Joshua Denney

Catalyst for Change

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Think Like…a Website?

If you spend any time in the blogosphere, you’ll notice people getting new blog themes, new designs, and whatever other new-improved blah blah blah you can find.

I noticed something about this wave of new designs…

…they look like websites!

Yes, I know blogs ARE websites.

What I mean is they have evolved to a point where more useful navigation comes into play, where there are more alternatives to the ‘latest few posts’ style of blogs of yesterday, and where advertising has a more prominent role (see here, here and here for examples).

It’s good to see people considering their users (and evil money making plans) when they go about their web business.

Think like traditional media, think like traditional corporate branding and think about how you use them.

(No comments on my free theme designed by the masterful Chris Pearson! It’s in the works, I tell you!)

Double D’s Please

Life not working out as well as you planned?

The Man got you down?

Define what it is you really want and dedicate yourself to that direction.

That’s it. Now go get your D’s on.

Band Names That Kick Ass

My brother and I thought of some band names:

reduced to clear
absent intelligents
salvage silicon
in the life
across the sky
laundry thieves
uninvited thought
magic rocks
walk around
underlying disorders
difficulty learning
all in your mind/head
lack of oxygen
injury acquired
unconsciousness that follows
lost memories
slips and falls
awkward silence
everyone can relate
lack of inhibition
hostile to change
the sense of time and space
potential function
auditory hallucinations
the form of visions
auditory solicitation
faulty learning
rough slide
number function

If you want to use any of these names, please send money to email at joshuadenney dot com.

The Hate

roll on down the road
keep the tears out of your eyes
there are much worse things that happen
so this should be no big surprise

i’m not a prophet, a philosopher
a mind reading intellect
i don’t have all the answers
all i try is to be of the best

hearts torn in two
what can i do?
fury fills my heart
only thing holding me apart

but step back
keep it real
gotta be strong
for what she feels

i’d never know
i wished i’d not
i knew the answer
but wanted not

you’ll never feel
the pain so hot
fragile hands
touched a burning pot

the evil the world is
and the evil the world knows
is not the evil that we can be ourselves
and that evil no one knows

but one and two and three and a million
know this horror everyday
these poor broken heart burnt victims

some grow up not knowing
to some the answers come quick
sometimes the answers are incorrect
because they know what hell is and they’ve seen the sick

open your eyes people
what can we do?
why must we hide the things that we do?
the things that are evil
in the deadliest ways
come forth, reconcile, may your damned souls be saved

i wish for nothing less
than the worst that there is
fire burning your flesh
knowing the pain that you’ve gived

fuck your insanity and fuck all your pills
fuck all your twisted fucking ways to get thrills
theres no fucking justification
theres just no fucking truth
you’ll never know what you’ve done
hide behind hate and abuse

your day is coming
keeping breathing
its almost done
door number three is what you’ve chosen
and a tortured life is what you’ve given

so a painful death is in your future
i can see it all so clear
me, body shaking out of hate, you, drinking your beer


Closed for the Day

straight to the head
the vial
poison killing
insecure insane
right away
don’t know
hating the moments
the feeling of loneliness
but not wanting togetherness
just stay lonely
like a boxed up animal
ready to be shipped
lying to me
pretending to care
but whats in my best interests
are so obviously where
they are not and yours do flourish
self-absorbed and greedy
you don’t speak the truth
you wish you didn’t have to make the choice
but i can tell you right now i can hear it in your voice

stop feigning truthful
stop the love express
quit makin me feel worse
or i’ll put you through my test
you’ll never make it through either
heart stops between steps 2 and 3
you won’t feel a thing for me

when i’m done you’ll fucking hate my living soul

you’ll get depressed and fuck some rebound joe
and it’ll make you feel unwhole
i control you now
you’ll never leave even if you’re gone
i can make anything happen in so little time
theres wrongs in there i’m sure
i find no fault
i am the right
destroy my body in a perilous fight
hang my head up like some skid-marked underwear
dirty laundry you hate to do, but you can’t buy some new ones
too poor? fuck you, get a job
too much stress? go to hell, people are livin harder than you
had a hard childhood? well, fuck, how old are you again?
die, slow like tupac said
maybe he had a point
maybe its a big clue
isn’t every living day one day your deader and dying too?
stop right here
now try to read the rest
eyes all blurry from the lack of blood
the knife protrudes your chest
intrusion alert, thats not supposed to be there
in my mind you aren’t allowed to take
a number for my line up
you die
rip it up if you have one
walk away now
its over
9 to 5 is our normal business hour

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