This is the third day that I'm on an antidepressant.I'm having to learn and adjust to this new way of living. Or is it new? I'm having to learn how to be creative in new way. I have to adapt to these surroundings. No more books, like there used to be.

"Greeting from America;" I thought to myself... Should I even think it at all? Would you or could you Really restore the years I've lost to the insects? I wouldn't be mad about it really. These words are new. These words are public. It's as if I'm forced to be Over Cheesy Over Redundant Over Easy

O CO ROC

THE MUSIC IS GROWING Do I see roots growing? Lord I see roots. Can we speak on such terms?

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Cult Leaders

20130220-095402.jpg I'm not sure what gets me the most about this whole thing: the fact that so many people died because of their faith, or that so many people died because of the shepherds that lead the to the slaughter.

The leaders offer themselves with the rest of their loyal & not so loyal followers.

I wonder how it felt to be the first person in Jonestown to give the S.O.S. note to the congressman. I wonder how Jim Jones felt when the congressman told him he was taken part of his fold.

I wonder what it felt like to be in the line waiting for you serving of a refreshing glass of Kool-aid red death, and thinking to yourself--"I've got to get out of this line... Now!" However, you never make it, and instead you follow the line with the rest of the peers your first walked in with; all toasting to yours and their death.

Jonestown

I think it's a peculiar thing; this happening was an act of faith. I'm sure that there were some people there who actually didn't want to drink the notorious "kool-aid", but I honestly believe out of the 900+ people who drank to their death toasted before their consumption. This is about those people:

This is more than an act of protest. This is more than a revolutionary convincing a heard of sheep that this is what is best for you. This is an act of faith; this is an attempt to make the intangible tangible. They believed that this would save them. They died the way they chose to die.

I'm not sure how I would respond to my own belief system if suddenly there was a change in the itinerary that would bring me to a place like this: martyrdom.

This is a big step to take. For more on this happening please click HERE or HERE.

20130210-101610.jpgIt's all intangible. The things we think we know about the past Things that we think we know are going I in other countries What you know of politics What you know about faith or religion

We take these things in to the core of our being. They are processed Bit and pieces taken from there and yonder Recreated in our own minds

We are left with our own existence. The remanufactured interpretations Of the things we know, Trust, and believe

That is what this is This existence of sweet nothing An intangible world: In which, Of nothing else, Have or will I experience

This Intangible Existence

20130108-120438.jpg Right now I'm listening to the acoustic EP that I recorded last night with Billy Hillman. There were a few cover, two young sprouts, and a bunch of my very good old friends. It didn't take me long to find them all in there own wandering orbits. There was one that I really wish could have been part if the story, however I was unable to find the autumn--crimson of its sphere. I hope the mission I set to accomplish with this work will come to fruition; It's been a long time since I felt this accomplished with a work. The music should be on iTunes & other online media sources.

Something really cool is about to start.

The artist:He's a man that I came to love so long ago. Filing through blades of grass, The one who lives deep inside me: he is. Fearful of the world in which he lives, he calls, "I'm gonna leave my body!"

The athlete: He drowns the weight of his native planet, And tantilizes others like himself. The surface of his own puddles: he is. Proud in youth and beauty: a proclamation, "I will lose my mind!"

"Go!" Said the mind, as I drifted along the fence line of Camden. "You can take me on a cheap vacation; I don't want to have expectations because you, Could be the end of me..."

He took me to Neptune. There we watched, From the front row, Uranus' transit through Pisces.

Bathes in the waters of Aquarius, I wore a sea blue-green ball in my left cartilage-- It was a gift from my sister-- As to commemorate the holiday.

We watched the transit.

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Whenever things like that happen,You find yourself Outside; On the porch; In your underwear; Smoking a cigarette, And you think to yourself, "That's what I've been putting up with all this for"

It was good. Everything that I expected. Sensual; Rough; Dirty;

"Was there no love?" You asked. "Surely there is some," I said.

"But the beast here has come from much hotter places than that. This is Summer's Lust's metamorphosis into a sensual beast, whose long reach and blue iris has caught me: tangled in his embrace."

That long embrace, And deadening sting, Has found me, Paralyzed.

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