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I think in storms and then in stills...
The ideas splash and create waves...
The energy overwhelms me and then settles...
The motivation engulfs me and then becomes still.
The storms scatter all balance and restores my process.
Lined with thoughts…
Life rushes over my head.

http://apicturezworth.blogspot.com/2007/01/thousand-wordz-prezentz-artis...

TRUTH: It hurts sometimes, It is violent sometimes, It is raw sometimes, but it is.
The reality of our world is Capitalism and the food we work for to feed the beast's life. We realize that the struggle is easier to bare when more are shouldering the cross. Beat up and worn out we struggle to make it by and be unseen. Conflict is the last thing anybody wants when they are tired. Hmmm.
I'm tired and many more are too. Exhausted is a stronger and probably more appropriate concept.
What do we do about it?
Communicate or pout?
Reach out or go down without trying to?
Build up or scatter like Babel?

I can't even write a coherent sentence about my life anymore. I guess to an extent it's been like this from day one. Everything that's going on just seems like such nonsense anyway. When I have something on my mind that weighs on me heavily, I may start out with the intention of describing real events and real feelings that actually happened, but I won't get far before it has all degenerated into awkward end-rhyme verses and random descriptions of fantasy scenarios.

You know how there's this notion that most people think in words, and only a few people (mostly children and artists) think in terms of pictures? Well, I'm not sure which category I fit into. Sometimes, sentence fragments may pop into my mind, and sometimes, I'll feel conversations going through my head, but most of the time these are echoes of something that somebody else said to me, or that I said to them. They're not really my thoughts so much as they are my memories. Occasionally distorted ones.

it wont let me enter my blog here yet,
so here it is!!!!!
www.rithma.org/blog

Hi!

We have a new album "This Warm Saturday", which is now available for Free Download.

Please check it out, and let us know what you think!
:o)

Link to download page:
http://www.corrientesmusic.com/albums.html

-ev
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¡Hola!

Tenemos un disco nuevo "This Warm Saturday" .
¡Bájalo gratis!

¡Déjanos saber lo que piensas!

Aquí está:
http://www.corrientesmusic.com/albums.html

:o)

-ev

Again, I Demand, "Merry Christmas"

Merry Mass of Christ
riven upon the four-fold way
cut into deity and man
on the crossroads
at the witching hour.
Tell us of all things holy
Make us see and feel the pain
the horror of wrenching heart
from soul. Of blithely obliging
demonic Angel Fate
that each generation may descend
into fiery pits of degradation
reaching, reaching
into and out of the story, the path.
If Christ is love,
If love is what we worship, eyes closed
in holy communion,
what keeps us riven
on the crossroads?
What keeps us from reaching out
to bind each others' wounds?

Tiny Boxes is a song I co-wrote a year ago with a good mate of mine Troy Kemp.

The Piano piece was one of the first things I wrote in November 2004, after 12 years away from music completely... Still my favourite piece.

I read the news today that my social security number (SSN), my birth date and school records were probably comprimised when a hacker broke into the UCLA student database. As a socialist it sent me into a mild depression because I feel that the only use I have to the modern proletariat is fodder for monitary scams. The whole "identity theft" problem is so much more than just another thing to be paranoid about. First of all it tells me that Marx was so very wrong - in the purest of capitalist societies, the bourgeois do not take advantage of the proletariat - the proletariat takes advantage of the proletariat. Secondly it is something that signals to me that human beings are being objectified into a set of numbers by other human beings in order to take advange of them. I'm used to being treated like a number though my job, my health care and my insurance. But I had nievely hoped that the "random person on the street" would want to know about me and not about the potential numbers in my bank account. It's tragic but when I die, I will most likely be put into a plot of land that also has a serial number.

Got video of a couple of my routines up...would love feedback!

Thanx,

S

http://one.revver.com/watch/92191/flv/affiliate/38003

http://one.revver.com/watch/92190/flv/affiliate/38003