but there is thought you would be like the earth itself; one giant person with tiny persons inside ... and you wouldn't be part of the lifestream


in and out u would flow
lyrics


linkz
official n.a.u.t.i.l.u.s site mutton chop 420times arrow in the head suicide girls


nautilus

jeremiah yawp

cole armstrong

russell bent

seems to be only me
'allo. i.m jeremiah yawp and i.m (at the moment) the singer and geetarist of the band n.a.u.t.i.l.u.s. i decided to make a website so i could, well... so i could say i have a website. i guess this is more of a n.a.u.t.i.l.u.s site than a personal one, though i.m sure personalness will exist, too. i.ll post pictures and lyrics and shtuff like that here. okay. have fun wasting time.


n.a.u.t.i.l.u.s
n.a.u.t.i.l.u.s pretty much formed in june of 2002. i had been writing and recording my own songs; normal stuff and odd, abstract works. cole had already been my friend for a while (we were in almost all the same classes in school) but never did i give the fact he was a drummer, much thought. he.d been playing since 1999 and so, was getting pretty damn good at it. so i brought up that i was a singer and guitarist and he suggested i come over to his place and jam a bit. his best friend, russell, was coming too (with his guitar). we played for a bit... lots of covers... and ever since then, we.ve been practicing pretty much every weekend. russell decided to play bass only because, well... we had no bassist and, believe you me, it makes a huge difference!


contact
+ email: bb@
+ msn: binarybulb @ hotmail

shtupid life
paint in oot lines. painting green. da lines canoot be seen. high-tecing . . high frecing . . now get high. curved, blocked, fucked, churved, flock over to the brain. fly past those nerves. die whilst thinking; whilst finking.. but never rest. .tis for the week. so going to learn is useful but never makes sense. er... for living. for loving elseone. .tupid. .upid. .tupid. stupid. know wha mean??

the easter bunny
opening will be happy and fun. 4 teenagers (2 girls, 2 boys) are having an early morning easter egg hunt. it.s easter and they.re getting into the spirit of this holiday. they talk, have fun, search for eggs... then a man dressed in white and pink and wearing a bunny mask shows up. he.s holding an axe (or whatever) and chops 3 of them up. the 4th (a girl) escapes and tries to get away. stereotypical killer-chasing-helpless-girl follows and eventually she gets killed off.

the whimperings of joe
it laughs before biting off my leg. i desperately make an effort to beg. it chomps down and my torso falls. damn you for eating my leg!! crying, i stroke the bloody stump and notice on my head there.s a little bump. why did it hit me on my head? i think i.d rather be dead. deep in the fires down in hell.. that.s where i went when i fell. it.s so fucking hot in here. why am i dead? why am i dead.. and why.s there a shtupid bump on my head? i think satan.s being a bit mean. ha ha ha ha hee hee hee!!!

e m p t y
looking through the dust-covered glass. looking passed the microbial trap. her blank stare pierces my own eyes. her maniacal smile gleams. red trickles softly and she screams. disfigured and demented is now her face. twisted in total agony. she dies. she lies on the floor with blood in her lungs. no more crinkled breaths. no more painful death. i sigh. i stand over her lovely corpse and cry. forever do i stand. such a tragic friend.


+random burbles typed on 2/1/03