Even Jesus has Industrial Disease.
I just feel so freaken pumped! Tomorrow I'm getting together with my pal Jordan to practice some musics! The rash on my hand is going away. Reason is we have a bit more work! And the creative flow is feeling right! Let me out of my cage! So that I may haha unleash my rage! To crush the world the world with cuteness and rip the heart right out of the beast!!
Yup, last day until I go back to work again as well. Feel swell that all my ideas are my job as well! Finally am honing on that diversity of life! Changing some. I notice old habits and thoughts. I can change it up by working it out creatively and getting out there exchanging ideas and conversation with others. Feeling a sort of eagerness to have a happening of creative and collaborative bliss!
Have been thinking in my mind ohh, that would be so sweet to just have a soundtrack, a soundscape and tell a story with it. I like that sometimes. Listening to an almost meditative song and hearing an interesting story. It can feel vital and relaxing at the same time. With the Industrial Disease and all that ...well my voice may be in the middle. I'm not much into gore, and the disgustipated haze state of current culture doesn't frighten me. I know the paranoiac state well and could express it as a matter of factly, in a story using defactoid cultural myths. The way I see it babies are not born afraid of the dark.
Are we all made later to become afraid of words. As if the word were a story. There are no scary words. Only scary stories. Stop scaring kids with bogus bullshit. No more name calling. I can't even be mad at christians any more. Forgive them father for they know not what they do. Right it's about not adding to anothers complex, while at the same time not abandoning them either.. Who has the right to fill a kids head full of symbolism.
We need that safe learning and earning environment.
Well anyhow I love life and feeling great about greeting tomorrow. Yeah! I'm able to save my spazzing for stage! and my fretting for the guitar! I got my ticket to fly. So yippie! yay! wozer! and whoopie!! Yiptie , hiptie home, training! A holler and a whoop up! Doot, doot, dip, dow, bwowww! Zappy thatch, I'm on swatch tonight. The thought readiness of tomorrows go. But oooh ahhh! cannot wait, on it tonight, face it straight kiddies. The surreal spectacle of the fear jar shattered in light
