Exploding Buffalo

Lies

Mon, 20 May 2013 17:39:39 -0400

The face of a lie is often also the same as that of one we have come to trust and love over the course of our lives. Heaps of praise were bathed in deceit and no matter how hard she tried to keep the lie discreet, she knew it was false ans all along. Yeah, all along the entire time he wanted nothing to do with this “GOD”. She had to have realized! She plugged and prodded all day long and the more she begged and pleaded the more the anger crept up and he couldn’t keep it…. Down…

It’s a generational thing. I’m sure of that! It must be. Maybe not. I don’t know. There’s a disconnect somewhere though. Maybe through her 70 years she found solace in this thing she called religion. In my 27 I have found no such thing. My religion is the freedom from it in the first place. She won’t, no can’t ever understand that. A man floats above us and looks down with a great big heart full of despair. Lies. He gave up his son for us. Lies. Give me nothing. That’s all I want. If this is all true and these words prove to be blasphemous then by all fucking means, let me be the first one struck down. hahahaha!

But we all know the brutal fucking truth, the truth is that THAT won’t EVER fucking happen.

Let me be with my bad decisions and poor choices in women, late nights and great friends! In the end it all evens out and I know that that;s something I can always put my faith in, the fact that in the end we all get what we truly deserve. What we deserve isn’t always what we get though. Lies?

Fuck them. I’m tired. When will they let it go? Never? Fuck em. Lairs. all of them. Card carrying Jesus freaks. Back to where you came from. Batten down the hatches and keep clear of my state of mind. I have no interest in any of it. Not one fucking word. You are corrupt.

Religion is the real Devil they’ve always warned you about.

low-life

Sun, 19 May 2013 02:01:00 -0400

I am not going to amount to much

That’s what she told me

My dreams are a waste, they’re too tough

My ambition is weak

I was told that I am a low-life

Societies most dreadful and bleak

A magnet for ridicule and spite

“You will be nothing, no one to seek

And you will miss and regret not having me around”

Maybe I am nothing

And maybe I am a low-life hound

A person of poor character and of nothing

Someone who deserves humiliation and antipathy

But what I know for sure

Is that I won’t succumb to apathy

It has to matter what I have endured

This barrage of judgement about a life

A life that I am still living

A low-life, a scoundrel that no one will ever love, you are right

I am all you said unforgiving

You were only wrong about one risk

I am going to “miss and regret” not having you around, you say?

I only regret that you exist

by Jonathan Sheppard

Exploding Buffalo Zine: S.A.D. Issue II

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:31:00 -0400

By Matthew Romasanta

Wed, 15 May 2013 14:15:31 -0400

By Matthew Romasanta

My name.

Mon, 13 May 2013 15:42:07 -0400

My name does not belong to me. It belongs to all of you. You’ve turned it into something else. I don’t know who it belongs to though. I thought it was his but just like her I was wrong. Another name is mine. I like this one better but I hate her for it. I never put much thought into it until today.

Parents are a shady bunch aren’t they?

Speaking of shade, I’m going to go find some.

I wrote the poem that inspired the above video in November 2011....

Mon, 13 May 2013 11:11:48 -0400

I wrote the poem that inspired the above video in November 2011. Members of Exploding Buffalo and myself began to shooting, “Survived Only in Dreams,” exactly a year later in November 2012. Now it has finally been completed. Similarly to my book the video was released later than I originally had planned but you can’t rush the creative process or a lazy mother fucker. Thanks for your patience and I hope that you enjoy this possible representation of the poem.

Someone Sinister is available now on Create Space and Amazon.com from Exploding Buffalo Publishing

The first official publication from Exploding Buffalo Publishing...

Tue, 07 May 2013 05:16:08 -0400

The first official publication from Exploding Buffalo Publishing is now available on Create Space as well as Amazon online bookstores. Thanks for your support. EB’s own The Big Chief has finally published his book of poetry. Soon to be available in your local Los Angeles book store. Be on the look out for more publications from Ex Buf Pub.

https://www.createspace.com/4263439

http://www.amazon.com/Someone-Sinister-Tyree-Jonathan-Sheppard/dp/0615811787/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1367908390&sr=8-1&keywords=someone+sinister

Pose for a PhotoBy Matthew Romasanta

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 18:17:20 -0400

Pose for a Photo
By Matthew Romasanta

El Presidente Porter

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 03:27:10 -0400

Don’t shake your heads at me! Don’t you see what they’re doing?! They’re playing you like a fiddle. It’s all part of the game guys. All of it. They waited till now to release that footage. I knew they would. Do you think it changes any of the things I’ve said? I never claimed to be better than any of you! Never! You were all behind me 200% until you found out I did a little a blow. Smoked a little somethin. I lived life and if you think the stuff they showed you on this tape is something, you should see the stuff they DON’T have on tape!

How many times has some wrinkly fossil marched up here and promised you the moon and the stars only to deliver a half blown up Death star? I don’t promise anything I can’t do. I never said I was better than you. Hell I am you people! I am just like you. It’s time we stopped electing these phonies who have everything to hide and nothing to offer us! Let’s take our fucking planet back and now before there isn’t a single fucking tree to take shade under while we smoke a joint in the park! This is our home and these dinosaurs have got to go!

DIE DINOS DIE! DIE DINOS DIE! DIE DINOS DIE! DIE DINOS DIE!

Ridin’ dirrrrty By Matthew Romasanta

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 21:26:00 -0400

Ridin’ dirrrrty

By Matthew Romasanta

Exploding Buffalo Zine: Anger ( Issue I )

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 21:29:00 -0400

LAS VEGAS BLUES I was in such a rush to catch my flight I had hardly noticed that I picked up the...

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 22:17:00 -0400

LAS VEGAS BLUES

I was in such a rush to catch my flight I had hardly noticed that I picked up the wrong laptop.. Yes it was black and covered in stickers but I picked up the wrong one and had noticed while I was 30,000 feet up and well on my way to the East Coast.

It snowed. It snowed a lot. It was beautiful. I took lots of pictures and I’m sure I looked just like those fucking tourists that I hate so much but I didn’t care. I hadn’t seen the snow since 5 years old and this time I was old enough to appreciate it so I did what any self respecting Californian would, I spent most of the day drinking and complaining about the cold weather. It was awesome.

My trip was a success and I was back on my way to La la land. A little too soon as always but nonetheless, it was time to go.

I touched down and Jessica was waiting for me at terminal 2. I got in her car and immediately I sensed that something was not quite right. She gave me a half smile when I told her about my trip and she seemed interested in what I was saying but there was something she was holding back and it was palpable.

“Who’s Stephanie?”, she asked sharply. “Stephanie?” “Don’t play with me Michael, you left your laptop lying around your room and I picked it up and put it in my bag while you showering before your flight.” I just knew this would come back to bite me in the ass. Stephanie was a girl I hooked up with during my cousin’s 21st birthday celebration in Las Vegas way back in 09’ I deleted her number and had been talking to her on and off solely through Facebook. We saw each other when the other person was in the other’s town. She was a Cali native but moved to Vegas to take a job managing a hotel. She was hot and well worth the trouble I was about to get into with Jessica.

I still couldn’t believe how stupid I had been though. We pulled up to my apartment complex and I half jokingly asked if she wanted to come up and she must’ve stared a hole straight through me. “I saw the messages Michael. You saw her didn’t you? Last month. You were with her!” I froze and stroked my beard for a moment, trying to think of a quick way to talk my way out of this one. Nothing was coming to mind. “Fuckin Facebook.” No! That’s all I could come up with? Come on brain! You have let me down. Oh well, that’s what I said and I got out of her car and grabbed my bag. She rolled the window down and said not to call her back.

I learned a valuable lesson though, always lock your computers when girls or girlfriends are lurking. Facebook is a silent killer but a killer still.

- M. L. Porter

Age Old Question. Art by Tyler Craft

Wed, 03 Apr 2013 16:45:28 -0400

Age Old Question.

Art by Tyler Craft

Better. by Tyler Craft

Sun, 31 Mar 2013 02:59:38 -0400

Better.

by Tyler Craft

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Tue, 26 Mar 2013 02:16:27 -0400

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By Vladimir Santos

Cutie Pie By Vladimir Santos

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 02:01:00 -0400

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