arma

Arma Angelus as an Expirement

Thu, 07 Nov 2002 19:47:49 GMT

has failed.

last show ever. November 16- Jim Grimes XXX birthday party. La Grange Skatepark. 12:30pm with a bunch of other bands: everytimeidie, rise against, fall out boy, unearth and more... further info: hdevilbooking@aol.com

here is the setlist so you have no excuses:

anthem for those without breath and heart
misanthrope
Cold Pillows and Warm Blades
Surrender
the acoustic one off of the first record (did it ever even have a name haha)
for the expatriates of human civilization
two-twenty
we are the pale horse

arma angelus will always be a Chicago SxE band and we want to thank you for your support over the years.

heartpete

www.isavedlatinwhatdidyoueverdo.blogspot.com

Mon, 29 Jul 2002 08:10:49 GMT

i'm as good as dead.

i tried to save latin...

Fri, 26 Jul 2002 19:22:54 GMT

and failed miserably.

how ironic is it that the first post i ever make will undoubtedly be the last.

-deadxstop

suprise.

Mon, 08 Jul 2002 23:47:55 GMT

july 19 fall out boy/spitalfield tour kick-off at isaacs house (1424 whipple in the city)

fall out boy
the kill pill
spitalfield
knockout
arma angelus

and more tba.

brokehalo7@aol.com
spread the word.

seth.

Wed, 05 Jun 2002 20:23:53 GMT

what is your email or phone number?

for the record if seth is available any guy or any chick on here should date him- he is my only guy friend who has consistently remembered my birthday for the last five years. me and him spooned once and he is quite the catch.

yep.

i love everybody.
but i think its just cause i got alot of presents.

pete

i wish i was drunk or dead

Fri, 31 May 2002 04:50:45 GMT

i called mike from American Movie tonight- greatest guy ever. go watch this movie- you will not be disappointed.
fall out boy record will own you.

oh yeah and thanks for my birthday presents. you are always the nicest and i am always such a wreck- im sorry.

who sent me a crush link today.

Tue, 28 May 2002 01:32:31 GMT

i know it was one of you fuckers.

im a bad detective. help me out.

who sent me a crush link today.

Tue, 28 May 2002 01:31:39 GMT

i know it was one of you fuckers.

im a bad detective. help me out.

poll.

Sun, 26 May 2002 20:48:40 GMT

do you think the frasier dog is rich?

we appreciate your thoughts on this issue.

Sun, 26 May 2002 08:51:54 GMT

spitalfield smokes. knockout was good and so was showoff. good show. once again got tricked into going to a party which once again sucked.

im gonna create a blog- if you're lucky you'll get an email. no more real stuff will be posted on here.

pete

"with friends like you, who need friends"

Sat, 25 May 2002 21:54:55 GMT

gordon gecko is pretty awsome.
we hung out the other day and he ate like 11 crickets.
it was so great.
i wrote the people at captain crunch today.
pretty good letter it included lots of swears and stuff telling them it's about time he gets a higher rank than captain.
for the record vanilla coke is pretty great.
i came up with a scam that will get me 20,000 dollars by this summer.
it's gonna rule.
so is the movie bottle rocket and the boxcar racer cd.
today will be spent painting my nails with whiteout and eating coco puffs for every meal.
i think i am mildy retarded.

the greatest 21st century romance

Sat, 25 May 2002 00:37:07 GMT

sometimes i wish i smoked- i bet cigarettes are like friends.
i wish you could buy friends in packs and then burn them.
i vaguely remember watching jacobs ladder when i was little. i watched it last night and realized my nightmares are exactly out of that movie.
it's really strange.

when he said "there are five great kisses on record and this one topped them all" doesn't it make you wonder what the other five kisses were?
sometimes i'm sure one of mine made it.

but then brandonbobbybagwell emails me and i feel relieved that i am just the same shitty boy who still lives with his parents.

nothing you say or do is real to anyone

Mon, 20 May 2002 00:29:20 GMT

i woke up today and thought- i wish you would prove me wrong. and your lipstick tastes like shit. and you remind me of everyone else. and how i love to laugh at bad movies with you. i felt not dead for the first time in awhile when i sat out on my roof and watched all of the backyards. i yelled at the city but i don't think you heard "be yourself, don't ever apologize". the phone is ringing. my feet are running up the stairs. i hope that its you.

Sat, 18 May 2002 08:18:43 GMT

the phone is lying on the ground twisted and dead- off the hook. i look at it adoringly wishing it was you.

sleep is such a good thing.
i wish i was better at it.

pete

the score.

Thu, 16 May 2002 08:15:32 GMT

star wars rules. girls do not.

somehow i think this was all a big mistake.

Mon, 13 May 2002 08:23:09 GMT

and noone should ever feel this way.

i know i'm not your favorite record anyhow

Sun, 12 May 2002 19:50:21 GMT

thanks to everyone who made the trek through madmax country to see us. i think we may have played the Orphans secret hide out. i hope noone got beaten up too badly.

also, please keep the anonymous slander and shittalking focused on me here. A. i am an egomaniac and it helps me feel like the world revolves around me B. Heather is a cool girl- shes probably like 5 years younger than who ever is talking shit- so stop or have the balls to leave your name.

come out an see us at hellfest, it is always fun- im sure we will have some suprises for everyone.

a trophy wife in the parlance of our times

Thu, 09 May 2002 18:20:07 GMT

yeah. i am sick. it sucks. tommorrow Arma is playing at Rubes for what may be our last chicago show ever- we'll see. like anyone even cares. my birthday is on june 5 though i will be accepting presents all month. remember i like nightmare before christmas toys, live animals (no cats or dogs only scaled things), and i wear extra- small from everywhere but banana republic where i only wear a small.

at least you have your health.

pete

i saved latin, what did you ever do?

Mon, 06 May 2002 04:05:36 GMT

i recieved my first hatemail for this thing- PRICELESS. it only adds to the narcissism.

okay after much flak for my attack on spider-man i'm gonna go for more and rate comic movies-

1. batman [tim burton you can't go wrong]
2. batman 2 [see above comment]
3. superman [for nostolgia- hackman is great barely edged out x-men]
4. X-Men [the only good recent adaptation in my eyes- very true to the comic but at the same time not nerdy haha]
5. The Punisher [this thing simply beats ass, dolph lundgren word]
6. superman 2 [not as good as the first but still up there]
7. Captain America [so bad but so good]
8. superman 3 and 4 [tied for crappiness]
9. Hulk the tv show [only low on the list cause this is supposed to be movies but honestly i'd rather see this in the theater over the crap beneath it]
10. spider-man 70s version [it's bad that this thing beat out the new spiderman cause its pretty much a piece of shit]
11. new spider-man

honorable mention- superman: quest for peace (sucked my balls) and Fantastic Four movie (i've never actually seen this but supposedly ben johnson the rock guy is made out of foam)

sitting in the computer lab= me wasting time thinking about how i am going to be far away from here in a van all summer.

driving home tonight= calling up everybody i know so i don't drive off into the night by accident.

trying to fall asleep= thinking about you.

i bet i'll be awake forever.

"you're just a glorified mommas boy"

Sat, 04 May 2002 18:40:27 GMT

spiderman- what a piece of shit. seriously so many complaints i'm not gonna list them all. from the shitty cgi to the people on the bridge "nobody messes with new yorkers" post 9/11 line. horrible. the only people into this crap probably never read a comic. thanks for ruining another piece of my childhood. enough being bitter about a movie haha. i'm going to american nightmare tonight and you're probably not. too bad for you. oh yeah brand new smokes everything out there right now.

heart pete

i wrote a reminder to make sure i remembered to sleep through everything today.

Fri, 03 May 2002 01:56:56 GMT

it turns out i didn't need the note. the sky is dark and open over school- if i didn't know better i would think this might be hell. my core is copper.

i would kill to make it gold.

"most people go through life in a kind of quiet desparation" voltaire

Mon, 29 Apr 2002 06:05:32 GMT

ash grey clouds block the sky, ensuring that God won't see my thoughts.
the ultimate peeping tom.
the calls of vultures are cloaked as sparrows and mockingbirds.
i can tell the difference.
she takes a drag off of a lonely cigarette. and this reminds me of how i sometimes feel like if she makes it there i will storm the gates and torch the place.
this is how i spend my first night in hell.
the rest of the week will be spent filling out online personality tests.
i cheat. i take them until i get the personality i like.
monday is for self-sabotage.
i have the cure's "pornography" on repeat in my head constantly to remind me that this is okay.
the pillbox resembles the barrel of a gun.
MTWTHFSSU
i imagine that these bullets i am swallowing are you- one for everyday of the week i feel alone.
tuesday is for not living up to my potential.
tragedy and turbulence are beautiful.
wednesday is for avoiding friends phone calls.
well maybe not beautiful but at least inevitable.
thursday is for staying up all night and regretting the past three days.
do you ever miss the sun at night or only despise it for abandoning you.
it's so fucking fickle.
imagine a corpse that is bored with it's own funeral.
this is me.
friday is spent sleeping off thursday.
i know you don't read this.
but a part of me still hopes you do.
saturday night is spent alone by the phone- god i wish it was wednesday.
at this point i switch from the cure to bjork's "hyper ballad"- this is the soundtrack to who cares?
sunday is spent wishing i will wake up someone different on monday.
her perfume is a mix of cigarettes and post-coital sweat.
but somehow it only reminds me of how the people at the crucifixion must have felt.
satisfied but desperate and somehow unaware of what they had just created.

"did i mention that i'm real?"

Wed, 24 Apr 2002 19:16:10 GMT

i'm confused. i am 22 and i have no masterplan. sleeping in the bedroom that i grew up in is wearing thin but i have no urge to move on. i keep making the same mistakes with the same people and they keep letting me start over. you would think they'd know better by now. i think sometimes people forget there is real person here. i know i do.

i think i'm gonna make friends with my friends enemies. it seems like maybe we hate the same people.

trouble loves me- why don't you?
pete

i want to fall in love tonight

Mon, 15 Apr 2002 06:17:45 GMT

lots of stuff to report- we are actually practicing on tuesday. we have a show at rubes may 10 with Figure Four. we will do a full u.s. tour this summer. i have been writing for a new e.p. simply titled "Girls" which we will hopefully record this fall, on it at least: death to the last romantic, (farewell to)a switchblade love affair, and the don juan complex. the new stuff is way different, better in my mind. check back for more info.

a lyrical sampling to get you in the mood:

the don juan complex- my heart is fast and broken in the back of vans, our limbs are tired and clumsy between these sheets. i choked on "please save me" just before i tasted her lips- she never heard a sound. i'll die in the corners of this kitchen at every party. oh god, this is such a drag and my wrists are sore from being thought of too much. one thousand friday nights- no love is safe. you can't imagine what you'd wish for if you remembered every single wasted moment twenty-two times. one thousand friday nights- no love is safe. i'll begin my last note: "i'm sorry mom, i tried, but noone should ever feel this way. and i'm sorry girls but i'm still an awkward boy and you can't make me not alone." and end it: "p.s. i hate you".

see you soon.

pete

and i don't have the right stuff

Wed, 10 Apr 2002 04:49:45 GMT

you threw away something perfect, now watch me do the same- i'll show you just what a vindictive asshole i can be. someday this will all be funny.

i think all this is driving me insane. and the funny thing about my mom making me go talk to this doctor is i find myself lying to him so he doesn't think i'm too wierd. on top of that everytime he suggests that something might be a problem in my life, i make it one i magnify it- just so he doesn't feel dumb. i want to grab him and say don't waste my time just give me pills that make me feel not so alone.

i'm sorry. my wrists are sore from being thought about too much. and maybe i'm not so trustworthy.