things are different now

Welcome to this possible future, present, and past.

Everything is converging and separating. I declare the throat of this blog [nothing] to be hereby open. This nothing [is] to be exclusively vehement behemoth no more. Why? Because everything is converging and separating. At this point, it is okay to bring everything and nothing together in one place so that it may disseminate. It is okay.

So, if you're out there God, fanbase, or if I am dead... This is now the place that Things will be posted, i.e. all music, video, writing, events, for free download, stream, or reading. Posts will happen on an often basis.

If you look all the way up, and then to the right, I've posted several full albums for download. More are on the way. Track-listings for Making Decisions and Fly Kids are on the way. Lyrics for Fly Kids on the way. Artwork for all albums is on the way.

And one by one, the ghosts go away and memories stay.


for stars, here is a song about a slowed moment that happened about a year ago, described in its title, right before everything shifted:

"as the rope snapped and the mattress flew from the truckbed onto the highway"
http://www.mediafire.com/?n2nz1i1jzvz

Two Minutes, Eighteen Seconds Before the Apocolypse

Driving to work today, I realized that my belief in our personal power to influence the government (I'm referring specifically to voting) compares to my belief of whether or not there is a God.
Coincidences and turns of events in my experience cause me to feel something existing, controlling or at least influencing everything, whether that force is completely chaotic, cyclical, or following a benevolent or at least narrative time-line with fire and dragons at the end. Popular culture and close friends tell me that I must vote because the popular vote makes a difference, but others say it has no influence whatsoever. The way I believe and feel about politics is malleable, much like my metaphysical beliefs and leanings. I vote because maybe something exists. If it doesn't, hi-ho, into the black hole we go.

It seems the financial problem is much more telling of what letting existential abstractions and distractions like credit run our lives than debates are. We're selling mortgages for houses built on invisible sand. I don't think a debate can be real without more voices being heard. Its not so black and white.

of souls