I am liberated. Let us indulge in libations. I got a job at the library. However, I am still poor. Moor poor than I have ever been, in fact...and therefore the cable that comes under my door no longer brings the Internet in anymore.

Also, alas, another - My website is down because my credit card is broken. I think today I will put five dollars in my bank account and let The They have it there. I like having a personal web index, and though it will reduce my personal fortune by 20%, I feel it to be worth the price.

And now the bright side:

Since my computer at home has been disconnected, my productivity at home in the Red House Studio has taken a new positive turn.

I have assembled 10 tracks to be released on physical compact disc as soon as I can fund the printing. They are all freestyle creations. The record is named: "Rock and Roll is Stupid." The songs sound like they were played by a band, so the record will be released as authored by the band "Bhap-Ghav," which stands for Boys Have A Penis, Girls Have A Vagina. You may remember this line from "kindergarten Cop." My name will only be attached to the project as Composer.

Furthermore, I have a number of other songs in various stages of development which are traditional compositions. I have never made music that sounds like this before. It is fun. I already have enough material to assemble an EP, but I am going to keep working until I cannot work anymore, and by that time it may be another ten song record. Who knows.

I do miss writing here a bit. My "creative" writing seems to have taken an uptick as of late, and it is almost as fun to write some good words as it is to do some good songs. Oh well. Shit. What the Fuck. Whatever.

My bones are made of other people. The stars imploded once like the twin towers did and then they floated around and then they became a planet and then they fell in my fathers glands and my mothers food and then there was me. Fot those of you who think it hasn't been done before I hate to tell you...

The game I play is quite similar to hide and seek. Earthquakes and the earth run on geological time which is quite a bit shorter than the time my bones have been around. Blue skies made for men and women who disappeared when the big bang went boom.

Fourtenn virgins on a rock of aesthetaline. Screams are beautiful from them. Please appease my plea if you please.

Count your fortunes and turn the head down penny up so that the next person picking up will have your luck.

Choose again...

Geography

I have friends that live far away from me. Islands in the pacific ocean covered with trees and sand. When I was learning about the dead men, I lived with two other geniuses and all I heard was lies because I was used to being lied to. In the clouds you can make faces of political leaders if you are laying on a bit of green grass. I moved in the direction I always move and so did they, and so now we are far even though I hate that we are. Maybe it is just the long walks every day.

Strike a match against a flint and it becomes a flame. Put it on your tongue and it goes away. Sounds create hallucinatory smells that are real but not but real but I really don't know. In India they have places where you can burn the dead and forget about their misery. My friends are somewhere else and I forget about their misery. Theirs is not real to me because I only remember the good times and I forget about what they stole because its gone.

Outside there is a homeless man crouched over on a bustop bench as if he is preparing for a water landing. It seems like an appropriate position as we are on the land of Los Angeles.