The name is Bryan... Wear it out all you want. :P I am crazy, eccentric, and an enigma even to myself. I am an activist and member of the ISO (International Socialist Organization) as well as The Coalition to End Rape Culture at Umass. I am a certified rape crisis counselor and an educator advocate at the Center for Women and Community. I am interested in psychology and want to get into some sort of human services field. Some of my hobbies are drawing, writing poetry, rapping, doing spoken word, making jewelry and performing. I do lots of meditation. I have an interesting set of beliefs mixing Marxism, Buddhism, Taoism, and Atheism. I enjoy listening to political talks and Dharma talks. I also burn a lot of fucking incense! If you want to know anything else about me, just ask! :]

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Check out my songs here:
http://soundcloud.com/jestertheartist


Music: I am a fan of old hip hop and underground hip hop. I love punk, rock, ska, jazz, blues, soul, motown, funk, reggae, metal, folk. I am very picky about country music. I like Johnny Cash and country music from the 1920's. I like music from Latin America such as Bomba music. I also like music from the East and Middle East. I like Buddhist chanting and singing bowls. I like tribal music too. I also like chain gang prison songs. They are so raw and emotional with the simple singing and rhythmic banging of hammers. I just love music!

Books: I enjoy political non fiction mostly. I also enjoy books on Taoism, Buddhism, and eastern philosophies even though I am not really religious. I love poetry as well: Plath, Poe, Ginsberg, Rumi, Kerouac, Jim Morrison's written poetry, Bukowski, Whitman, Chaucer, Saul Williams, Shakespeare's sonnets, Thoreau, William S. Burroughs, Neal Cassady, Mark Twain, Charles Baudelaire

Above all else, be yourself. Don't try to impress people. It leads to exaggerations of who you are. That exaggeration won't last. You have nothing to prove, other than that you are a perfectly flawed individual who is awesome in your own ways and fucked up in your own ways too. Lets remove our masks... I am not here to impress any of you, and if you want to impress me do so by not being ashamed of your flaws. I see beauty in all of our uglies and the strength it gives us all to be beautiful even with our demons. What is beauty without the ugliness? If we are friends, I will make you happy. If we are friends, I will drop the ball and upset you.... Perfectly imperfect.... fucked up and beautiful....


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Memoirs of a Madman Volume 2




Memoirs of a Madman Volume 1

END WAR! 

END WAR! 

I can’t think of much more destructive than war. It destroys lives and families in all countries that engage in war. It leaves whole countries and cities in ruins. When it is all said and done, what has the average person got to show for it? Death, destruction, terror, agony, homelessness, suicide, birth defects, missing limbs, dead friends and family. What did the ruling classes and corporations get out of it? Record profits and control over natural resources. 

I can’t think of much more destructive than war. It destroys lives and families in all countries that engage in war. It leaves whole countries and cities in ruins. When it is all said and done, what has the average person got to show for it? Death, destruction, terror, agony, homelessness, suicide, birth defects, missing limbs, dead friends and family. What did the ruling classes and corporations get out of it? Record profits and control over natural resources. 

Used by the government then thrown away like broken tools… 
Support the troops… END WAR! 

Used by the government then thrown away like broken tools… 

Support the troops… END WAR! 

This picture should be used for military recruitment. Since 1952 we (USA) promoted, financed and participated in over 35 separate wars, killing over 10 million people exceeding Nazis by 4 million. 

This picture should be used for military recruitment. 

Since 1952 we (USA) promoted, financed and participated in over 35 separate wars, killing over 10 million people exceeding Nazis by 4 million. 

More U.S. Soldiers Killed Themselves Than Died in Combat in 2010. Something seems pretty fucked up about this. 

More U.S. Soldiers Killed Themselves Than Died in Combat in 2010. Something seems pretty fucked up about this. 

I created this awhile back. What do people think about it? Be honest… :P

I created this awhile back. What do people think about it? Be honest… :P

US Marine Stands Down NYPD OWS M17

On March 17, 2012 a United States Marine reminds the NYPD of their oath and who the real soldiers are. 

David Rovics - DU

An animation to go with the song ‘Depleted Uranium’ written and performed by David Rovics - A song writer, singer, pace activist and first and foremost an exceptional human being and artist.

The only way to stop more killings of innocent Afghans is to end the occupation.

Tragic murder of 16 civilians… I have something to say to Obama. If you really cared about the Afghan people you wouldn’t continue the war in Afghanistan. Of course Obama’s interests are the interests of the 1% and their imperial game plan, not the interest of the majority of the world’s population.

Tom Waits - Day After Tomorrow

I got your letter today
And I miss you all so much, here
I can’t wait to see you all
And I’m counting the days, dear
I still believe that there’s gold
At the end of the world
And I’ll come home
To Illinois
On the day after tomorrow

It is so hard
And it’s cold here
And I’m tired of taking orders
And I miss old Rockford town
Up by the Wisconsin border
But I miss you won’t believe
Shoveling snow and raking leaves
And my plane will touch tomorrow
On the day after tomorrow

I close my eyes
Every night
And I dream that I can hold you
They fill us full of lies
Everyone buys
About what it means to be a soldier
I still don’t know how I’m supposed to feel
About all the blood that’s been spilled
Look out on the street
Get me back home
On the day after tomorrow

You can’t deny
The other side
Don’t want to die
Any more than we do
What I’m trying to say,
Is don’t they pray
To the same God that we do?
Tell me, how does God choose?
Whose prayers does he refuse?
Who turns the wheel?
And who throws the dice
On the day after tomorrow?

Mmmmmmm…
I’m not fighting
For justice
I am not fighting
For freedom
I am fighting
For my life
And another day
In the world here
I just do what I’ve been told
You’re just the gravel on the road
And the one’s that are lucky
One’s come home
On the day after tomorrow

And the summer
It too will fade
And with it comes the winter’s frost, dear
And I know we too are made
Of all the things that we have lost here
I’ll be twenty-one today
I’ve been saving all my pay
And my plane will touch down
On the day after tomorrow
And my plane it will touch down
On the day after tomorrow