In a remote rural region of an internal continent, the inhabitants live simple lives and in this they are content. In the forest, an orgy commences, watched unknown from a branch nearby. Elsewhere, one lone creature gazes in wonder at the solid stone sky. He says one star has been getting larger, though no one else seems to see. Each morning when the stars rise, indeed, one gets brighter gradually, and when it twinkles, it tingles in his neck and his stomach turns. He cries out in despair, "I don't trust this shit at all, man!" Perceiving him as paranoid, the others only glare. The troubled one, Seeking soltitude and serenity, walks in the woods. Stumbling upon the sexual escapades, he climbs a tree to watch, you know, try to feel good. His eyes freeze in terror when they lock with another pair concealed in the leaves. Shivering and shaking, he cannot breathe. He tries to hold on until his balance... leaves. The young women shriek: "What the fuck!" "Fuckin' freak!" "Behold; it is the paranoid one! He speaks of an evil from a faraway land." "How preposterous; that shit's believed by none!" ...and so, following the arrest, he said nothing at the trial, knowing none would understand. Now he lives locked in a wooden box, as is the law of the land. Sneered the sentinel, "None other in this God-forsaken planet sees the nonsense of which you rant. Evil may we be, but our minds are of man. Yours is that of a plant." And the stars did fade that night, and the guard walked away, not turning his head when a hoarse, shaking voice called out from the cage. This is what he said: "I'd warn you that they're coming, but they're already here; never too far away, nor too near; watching from the rooftops, hiding up the creek, creeping right past you now as we speak. They're going to cut you open, remove your innards, and use some for fuel while they eat the rest for dinner; chanting six hundred threescore and six; laughing while they choke you with their fucking dicks; and when this wrath is brought upon thee, don't say you weren't warned. Just wait, motherfuckers, you'll see." Just wait, motherfuckers. You'll see. about full version: schizodelic.wordpress.com/july/

It's just like the old days for 5 minutes. I'm bypassing a glitch. Bypass the glitch.

the messenger got lost

I'll always love you.

What happens when you break more than one mirror in less than 7 years? Does a new period of bad luck begin immediately following the current one? Or is it double bad luck for the remainder of this one? I don't even feel unlucky... just sad.

We have arrived at earth and all have memorized the languages used most. We are succeeding in identifying their gods but the power of their metal remains a mystery. It is known that The People were long ago deceived with their false dollars, when we began our journey. Much of their recorded history is concerned with the elusive rocks such as Gold, yet their power has never been used, or even spoken aloud. Because we do not know the power these stones hold, we have been ordered not to use them until the secret is revealed. Thus, we must wait twenty-nine further rotations until the inhabitants of the land of power have chosen the God who will lead them, and the one who will be sacrificed. When they have been awarded the Great Oval Office, we will begin to move invisibly and surround the fortress and infiltrate it. We will threaten all of their lives and all of their land until the secret is known.

too many deaths, too much sorrow. I can't handle the year 2016 and I don't know who can. I can't even say what hurts most.

it's halloween. short film may or may not be completed tomorrow. this song will probably actually have lyrics when inspiration is found.

secret

Man, I just don't give a fuck about this project anymore. I'm out of steam and look forward to taking a break from keyboards, a luxury I have not allowed myself since New Year's Eve. It seems a lifetime ago now...

I'm not in a hurry to die. We're all going there. Statistically speaking, your heart is going to get you if you don't die in a car accident first. I'm not afraid.

Just a nightmare in the kitchen.

i'm actually miserable

wait for me

The pain never went away. I have 180 pills of Xanax. I'm just stockpiling it now. I drank a bottle of red wine and nine beers last night and I'm not hungover. There is only the dulling sensation of taking my medication on an empty stomach. I don't believe I'll ever be happy. I promise I won't do it, but I'm thinking about it.

any day now