Tuesday, February 13, 2007

cookies by candlelight.

a common question or comment i get during an interview, is that i have been open with my past, especially concerning narcotics in my life. when really, it's been that the journalist or person asking the questions really enjoy to focus on that one aspect of my life. and really, when someone asks me a question... i'm not going to lie.
but it's getting to the point where now i'll get comments from interviewers within questions stating that i love talking openly about my past. when really it's not that i do, it's just that it's what everyone likes to focus on. people love the idea of disgruntled teenager " not knowing better" surrendering and leaving a scorched past behind for a new life of puppies, candy, rainbows and farts...
what do you really expect to hear. parents gather after a .p.t.a. meeting outside a local clinic waving bright bristol board through the air. "DRUGS ARE BAD!!!" "STAY IN SCHOOL.!." "DOWN WITH CRACK BABIES!"
meanwhile, cut to mom so fucked on a xanax lithium cocktail, she doesn't even realize that she's losing her duaghter and her best friend...
i've always been slightly vague in writing about who i am vs who i was and where i came from, but some things i believe need to be said in order for someone to understand where one is coming from. chains not needed to be broken on this one at the mercy of yr double edge sword.
like the scars on my arms, teenage chains are a reminder of who i was.."...
he said.
- care f.

Monday, February 5, 2007

Illiteracy One-Hundred Percent..

It become spiritual and calming.
a spiritual discoverer in word and in image.
(informative colour and light..)..
ages wide and far between,
all for the killing disease..
lost civilization, the lost continent, thrust into a modern world..
the european powers, when their dignity came from the outside world.

that old feeling again..

in another country..
Cameron get's money for mind control
Depatterning.
Massive amounts of electrick shock..
Barbituates..
Wipe out existing personality and restructure it..
119 electrick shock treatments..
wipe out my memory.
No more childhood school, marriage, having children..
1965. 88 lbs of bullshit.
... but repeatedly the bull was tamed.

Electroids. Cats monkeys, and human beings.
Electronic brain stimulations. Change sexual orientation..
100% amnesia. Very deep trance state..

imagine the smell of him as he takes that gun and shoots someone under hypnosis.
Artichoke.
Involuntary assassination..

Sleep deprivation. .v.s..
Sir han sir han..

=
Hhuuunn h….yo……. .You trained profession-na-als!.

For decades.
mind control.
to human weapons.

Programmed to kill..
scrawl down to you.
"automatic writing" a result of brainwashing..

In a trance the night of the shooting..
Mirrors and lights hypnotize.
evidence of hypnosis with people for kennedy..


(whisperss....)....

"lot's of cream….



- care failure.

Saturday, February 3, 2007

sexplosions. (the die mannequin show, and other written vomit........)............)........

snatch mouth.

(pours some cristal out for the following...).
- all the fan-art. you will see yr lovely work in a couple days... keep it coming don't be shy. yr valiant efforts will be rewarded for the world to see shortly. i'm really happy with all the stuff i got. for example it's amazing when you see pictures fans took at shows and compared to the pictured "hired" photographers take, because both categories obtain brilliant moments in different but equally talented and cool ways...........
and i have a challenge for someone.. to make a remix for me to post for who ever to listen to, or a cover of dm, something audiable.
- this month we tricked CHART into thinking that we're band to look out for.... good one , us.(?.)............ ha. and i'm dropping chart more cristal for a photo shoot i did for them that comes out in the march issue. imagine me talking about shit like where i got my shitty converse shoes from, and not knowing any stores besides value village that i bought my uniform (clothes.)... at.,...
... and more hilarity. it will be in the photograph section for the style page(s.)..
- i'm splilling more shit for the horseshoe for letting us make noise there in toronto, this saturday, february 10th. we're throwing our own show, with guests lye, and tin bangs. put yr danincing shoes on...
... crappy shitty ripped up converse, naturally.

- for UFTO's radio station.:.... ciut for letting me come harrass them in a couple hours, tomorrow (thursday, february 8th, around 1:15..........).....
- and last, but not least, for all you fuckers that will never understand. some cristal,
from my heart..,....

to my handx..,..........

to yr grave........

purged from the desk of care failure........

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

"Love from above" die mannequin's loveable reign of world domination continues

die mannequin 1 world, 0. Greetings punk rock boys and fuck rock girls.If you want to continue y r scandalous love - affair with die mannequin, you can now spoon with us at ZUNE.net and at PUREVOLUME.com where you can experience a visual orgasm and watch a video we put together with footage taken from our east coast tour with guns & roses to check this shit out , hit the links...Support y r local couch surfer. Forever and ever when ever the better it brings us together just to sever us apart.Barfed from...barfe from the desk of care failure.
Love from above
-care f
die mannequin

New Video Premiere

Sunday, January 21, 2007

you could cut the innosence in this room witha knife...(

Tiny little.
push the other woman off the bed again this aged fine wine of morning. ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Cos' I havve had this time, time and time again and the taste illuminartes in my mind into memories I tried to burn and degress for so long. When it was happening you didn't even know that at one low point to the next, you would be dreaming, hoping, twisting even in the depths of flickering dusty knife nights, to go back to that wrong-foot memory of steps backward-past. Only to remember that they were the only people so close to me.

If you've ever been hurt so fucking badly by someone, like the knives in my back that I've memorized their twist, you'd never wish this pain on me sister. But it floods in like my sixteen year old tears.. So close I could break now. So close I could break the innocence that shapes the escape. The times shatter and outshine. So close to you I could break.
- care failure..