Wheelie

I have nothing left to say. Or rather so much, that I cannot understand where to begin.
Divergent points of view in my mind forcing me to accept the unbreakable boundary of my understanding.
But I push. There is nothing to lose, I tell myself.
What do you do when there is no reason left in the methods you employ to live/exist?
I beg for salvation through music, the only truth I know. And I want to study about how my mind understands the cadence of notes and how it affects each impulse passing from brain to muscle and back.
They said in olden times one used to try tracing out the stars and shapes within them to understand matter and its components, because breaking them down was much harder than reading the stars : I try understanding myself and the rest of the world through music, since riddles tire me.
I believe in magic.
I believe in true love.
I believe there is a world out there too simple for us to comprehend.

So the Question of Change

Hey, so..

Morrison and gang once sang about " We want the World and we want it Now"

I just figured something and I realised I need to write it before the inevitable curse of amnesia takes over : I think I understood why they were in a hurry

All those with a hunger in their hearts and a fire in their belly, meet with resistance that eventually forces them to either internalize or externalize their madness. They are the ones who know, and know way to much. Some self destruct, because they said what they had to, and are now spent. The others who drive change forcing people to think in a different way, pushing them against all they have ever known and learnt. They are either bludgeoned or pulled down by the stronger forces of all that is normal and staid..In the end, both perish, forcing us to think : " why did they never just give up and be fucking normal"?

who's to say where and what and why..

its a bug and once you know, there is no stopping you

this is only the beginning.

And so the truth lay naked

"The only people that interest me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live..

mad to talk..

desirous of everything at the same time..

the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing..

but burn.

Burn

Burn

..

Burn like roman candles across the night!"

-

"On the Road" - Jack Kerouac

Insulation

Its an awesome place to be.

I am and I'm not.

So I'm in love again, for the 40 billionth time.

and its really strange, to tell you the truth, because, this time I feel completely emotionally insulated. Like I'm permanently drunk on rebellion, this poison one more time :) now its like a drug.

Only my resistance is increasing :(

so well here we are.

Again!

I'm riding the wave, smiling and grinning through it all,

even though I could break and lose it all.

This shiny spot is so awesome!!

I want to drown in deep green, or maybe a deep red

Remedy the disease, find a way to increase, appease and release all that is within.

I chase sounds and love in the same way, and one eludes while the other helps me dream :)

eufuefhough

It was like someone had stuff a chee chee up my choo choo, if you know what I mean. Its a strange and painful condition to feel inarticulate and stupid, rather liberating if you ask me. The kind of liberation that calls for nakedness and general oding on rain/sunshine/crystal meth. Its a battle cry! the violent variety. No Anna for me thank you. I’d rather just stab the waiter and laugh as blood sputters through his shiny white teeth. Who the fuck told you to serve me that disgusting dish you Hoar! In his eyes a look of horror gently fading into acceptance and eventually freezing on death. Hmm..an entire human life cycle repeated in 1 millionth the time! This is a valid social experiment. Mental note - *must conduct*

The lesson we have all learnt through this is that madness cannot be contrived under any circumstances. After facing and seeing enough. It is a the final state of mind, where the mind ceases to be. It is now a medium.

Does all of music have the same source? Is this question even valid

I want to know. In a way it is true, Time is the source

The Hologram Man

He lives in a hologram, appearing strange, quaint, faint
He lives on greed vanishing consuming.
He is perception, shame, reflection, rule and norm

When in light there is a spectrum of colours, glinting, shiny and real
and in Darkness he completes the night.

Who is the Hologram Man?

to the man who Knew

Bye Bye

" Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died."

- Don Mc Lean

the man who Knew