'Dear God,
I'm writing to inform you that I got you figured out just enough that you don't pistol-whip me for saying this.
This is about ghosts and giant fighting robots, and how to avoid both without the need for a bloody coup.
Thanks for fixing everything in advance,
(Capital-Y)Yours, (Capital-T)Truly.'
I'm writing to inform you that I got you figured out just enough that you don't pistol-whip me for saying this.
This is about ghosts and giant fighting robots, and how to avoid both without the need for a bloody coup.
Thanks for fixing everything in advance,
(Capital-Y)Yours, (Capital-T)Truly.'
Dear Satan,
ah, yeah. so what's new? let's see. no band. broke and not delivering pizzas anymore.
but doing better than treading water because of my godlike sorcery abilities.
i killed myself in november. that was fun.
i'm rarely here but i keep it around because i'm a creep like that. otherwise devoting myself to literal improvement in the world's state of affairs, instead of writing songs about it or getting rich off of how unsolvable so much of it is. it's not, it's simply a matter of lateral thinking in a circular fashion, in other words orbiting the orbit of the orbitals of the likelihood of a doable path.
and did i mention that actually works? it's pretty sweet.
and i don't hate anyone for being ignored. something about the way i come off when i'm psychotic, which is and has been always, rubs everyone the wrong way until eventually everything i said that was ignored and everything that got me ostracised turned out to be the way it should have been, and because i'm a nice guy, i won't charge you for fixing it, even though that surely makes me look like a commie to the consumer zombies we've all become, unbeknownst to us.
officially, my statement is that I am "sorry" that i'm not a fashionista or conforming nonconformist enough to fit into the cliques.
not-hate, not-like, but still Love,
"Yes, I Am."
PS - anyone reading this who knows who i am elsewheres, anywheres (or have met me), then this is not for you.
ah, yeah. so what's new? let's see. no band. broke and not delivering pizzas anymore.
but doing better than treading water because of my godlike sorcery abilities.
i killed myself in november. that was fun.
i'm rarely here but i keep it around because i'm a creep like that. otherwise devoting myself to literal improvement in the world's state of affairs, instead of writing songs about it or getting rich off of how unsolvable so much of it is. it's not, it's simply a matter of lateral thinking in a circular fashion, in other words orbiting the orbit of the orbitals of the likelihood of a doable path.
and did i mention that actually works? it's pretty sweet.
and i don't hate anyone for being ignored. something about the way i come off when i'm psychotic, which is and has been always, rubs everyone the wrong way until eventually everything i said that was ignored and everything that got me ostracised turned out to be the way it should have been, and because i'm a nice guy, i won't charge you for fixing it, even though that surely makes me look like a commie to the consumer zombies we've all become, unbeknownst to us.
officially, my statement is that I am "sorry" that i'm not a fashionista or conforming nonconformist enough to fit into the cliques.
not-hate, not-like, but still Love,
"Yes, I Am."
PS - anyone reading this who knows who i am elsewheres, anywheres (or have met me), then this is not for you.
been a while again.
so i see the following before me: the question suits the answer in its confusory nature. so the entire question is as follows; why does 6*7=42? or, rephrased, 6*7=42. why?
think about it. truth. it just does what it does and is what t is. no matter what you or i or anyone else may think. 6*9=42 is just a permutation, but still. in base13, 6*9=42. why? it all depends on what base you put your decimals on. nothing more.
later.
so i see the following before me: the question suits the answer in its confusory nature. so the entire question is as follows; why does 6*7=42? or, rephrased, 6*7=42. why?
think about it. truth. it just does what it does and is what t is. no matter what you or i or anyone else may think. 6*9=42 is just a permutation, but still. in base13, 6*9=42. why? it all depends on what base you put your decimals on. nothing more.
later.
well, it was one hell of a summer. my birthday was may 12, and i made some life decisions.
i haven't written about it much here, but wrote at length, especially toward the end of the season.
anyway, i found nirvana for a brief period, but my moods got int he way, and reasoning with an electrochemical process in the brain is impossible. all that process does is cycle through my emotions at a rate determined by whatever factors, in fact, determine it. sound circular? it is. and trying to find deeper meaning in anything that lacks it fundamentally, say for example existence or a mental illness, will only bring irrational thought, and eventually crippling delusion. it happened to me this summer, and it's been happening worldwide ever since the first person thought to ask how we came to ask this question.
i have had at least two full psychotic breaks before having my gallbladder out two weeks ago. one lasted more than a week and culminated in my near-decision to become a real-life version of the joker in my town, before realizing something was awry. i also had a day of being trapped inside my head while my body was on autopilot at work, and the only things i could express to anyone were what i consider in hindsight to be equivalent to cries for help. tomorrow i'm going to see a therapist and see about getting on a mood stabilizer so the moods aren't an issue and i can begin to meditate in earnest and reclaim the zen that i found much more easily than i thought.
and by zen and nirvana, i don't mean a literal enlightenment like everyone seems to think it is. in reality, it is simply inner peace and the ability to flow like water around a stone when dealing with whatever comes your way in life. that's it.
my band is doing well. we put out the album finally, and have gotten rave reviews so far. we're just beginning to write new songs for an ep and hope to have it recorded by the new year.
life is generally good, and i think i found an ultimate purpose, for which all other things i do will be a part, and it goes something like this:
art imitates life.
life is art.
for an artist, they are one and the same.
my life will be performance art, though genuine, as i seek to lead by example and project nothing but positivity at the world and only make positive, constructive criticisms and suggestions. that i am part of the problem or part of the solution is utterly true and i will be part of the solution.
in all my artistic endeavors from here out, i will always only ever be positive and strive for positive social change in the world.
the way i see it, i want to play music for a living, and the way things look, i may eventually make that a reality. but once i'm given the mic on a larger stage, i'd damn sure better have something worth hearing. and i will.
i'm working on some sort of websit/book/whatever it becomes about buddha's idea that ignorance causes suffering, and that for me to help the world overcome suffering (war, famine, poverty, persecution) we must work to rid ourselves of abject ignorance like religion and superstition and politics as we know it.
i have some hope, pun not intended, that our next president will do far better than the last six or so, and if things work out well.
i'm not an idealist, i'm an optimist. i seek the best in everything in life, and anything that isn't up to par, i am more than eager to help learn how to make it better for everyone.
the basic posit of my new paradigm and philosophy is derived from something so innocent and innocuous that only a few of us really get that bill & ted's excellent adventure is vastly distant from the popcorn brain fluff most people take it for at face value.
but the bottom line is this: how WOULD our great historical minds, who strove for improvement in life and thought, react to the world of san dimas in the year 2008? not well, i can imagine.
so i say this:
be excellent to each other.
and party on, dudes!
make everyone else's life better, thereby improving your own, selflessly, and then enjoy life for what it is and what we've made of it, because in a literal sense, that's all there is: what we make of it. let's make the bowling averages go up, the mini-golf scores go down, and let's have the most excellent waterslides of any races we encounter in our travels through existence, speaking both metaphorically and literally on that one.
later.
i haven't written about it much here, but wrote at length, especially toward the end of the season.
anyway, i found nirvana for a brief period, but my moods got int he way, and reasoning with an electrochemical process in the brain is impossible. all that process does is cycle through my emotions at a rate determined by whatever factors, in fact, determine it. sound circular? it is. and trying to find deeper meaning in anything that lacks it fundamentally, say for example existence or a mental illness, will only bring irrational thought, and eventually crippling delusion. it happened to me this summer, and it's been happening worldwide ever since the first person thought to ask how we came to ask this question.
i have had at least two full psychotic breaks before having my gallbladder out two weeks ago. one lasted more than a week and culminated in my near-decision to become a real-life version of the joker in my town, before realizing something was awry. i also had a day of being trapped inside my head while my body was on autopilot at work, and the only things i could express to anyone were what i consider in hindsight to be equivalent to cries for help. tomorrow i'm going to see a therapist and see about getting on a mood stabilizer so the moods aren't an issue and i can begin to meditate in earnest and reclaim the zen that i found much more easily than i thought.
and by zen and nirvana, i don't mean a literal enlightenment like everyone seems to think it is. in reality, it is simply inner peace and the ability to flow like water around a stone when dealing with whatever comes your way in life. that's it.
my band is doing well. we put out the album finally, and have gotten rave reviews so far. we're just beginning to write new songs for an ep and hope to have it recorded by the new year.
life is generally good, and i think i found an ultimate purpose, for which all other things i do will be a part, and it goes something like this:
art imitates life.
life is art.
for an artist, they are one and the same.
my life will be performance art, though genuine, as i seek to lead by example and project nothing but positivity at the world and only make positive, constructive criticisms and suggestions. that i am part of the problem or part of the solution is utterly true and i will be part of the solution.
in all my artistic endeavors from here out, i will always only ever be positive and strive for positive social change in the world.
the way i see it, i want to play music for a living, and the way things look, i may eventually make that a reality. but once i'm given the mic on a larger stage, i'd damn sure better have something worth hearing. and i will.
i'm working on some sort of websit/book/whatever it becomes about buddha's idea that ignorance causes suffering, and that for me to help the world overcome suffering (war, famine, poverty, persecution) we must work to rid ourselves of abject ignorance like religion and superstition and politics as we know it.
i have some hope, pun not intended, that our next president will do far better than the last six or so, and if things work out well.
i'm not an idealist, i'm an optimist. i seek the best in everything in life, and anything that isn't up to par, i am more than eager to help learn how to make it better for everyone.
the basic posit of my new paradigm and philosophy is derived from something so innocent and innocuous that only a few of us really get that bill & ted's excellent adventure is vastly distant from the popcorn brain fluff most people take it for at face value.
but the bottom line is this: how WOULD our great historical minds, who strove for improvement in life and thought, react to the world of san dimas in the year 2008? not well, i can imagine.
so i say this:
be excellent to each other.
and party on, dudes!
make everyone else's life better, thereby improving your own, selflessly, and then enjoy life for what it is and what we've made of it, because in a literal sense, that's all there is: what we make of it. let's make the bowling averages go up, the mini-golf scores go down, and let's have the most excellent waterslides of any races we encounter in our travels through existence, speaking both metaphorically and literally on that one.
later.
so yeah, i changed my profile to three pics. all three from a show in keokuk that did not rock quite as hard as the pics suggest. we just knew the photog was going to be there since we paid him to be. check out cody weber's photography here.
anyway, yeah. not much going on. smoke a lot. hang out with some interesting company, band still rocks, i dunno.
what can i say? i guess life's mainly ok right now.
later.
anyway, yeah. not much going on. smoke a lot. hang out with some interesting company, band still rocks, i dunno.
what can i say? i guess life's mainly ok right now.
later.
