Brainlick

So slow were the days back when i was a small child, about 5, when we would ride our bikes in about a 5 block radius. This was Hollywood, too, but it was a bit of a different time back then. the year was 1981. i knew that i loved rock and roll at a very early age. My father was a musician, and music was all around me during the time that I was a small child. From the time that I was born until the time that my father passed away, the sound from his guitar filled our home and many musicians were at our home dring those days. It was beautiful. He was a truly talented person. I saw Larry King talking about losing his Dad, I think with Andrson Cooper, they were both right about how it changes you. .... I'll continue another time.

Internal starship... engage, take me up. evil should be sent away, for it is old and needs a break.

Iz.... hmmm, lemme zzzeeeee here.... zhall I give you a few more cluez?

I hate when people Keep on thinking that overused words mean something special, or that people who use them should be criticized for using said fn words. I don't even like the words that are used to Isolate the features and try to bind me with common references to my art work, prior allgiances, thought patterns and other shit. Okay? Okay. I'm not P* Rock, .... do not call me metal, never. I have written metal songs, and I have performed metal and punk, but please do not isolate me. you'll only miss out on all the other stuff i do. not only that, but i tend to tear down doors, including frames, jump and or run through fences, and get out of whatever isolation I'm in, one way or another, I garuantee. peace.

For those of you who have known me, or have thought you have know me, all know that I was very very involved in the Mendocino County underground rock movement. I want to let all of you know, who have been my fans during the time that I was a vocalist, and an electronics only musician, that I have decided to expand my boundaries. I have become involved in para psychological theorism, and paranormal research, as to expand my horizons. I will do whatever it takes to continue to make my old fans happe, and grant new ones access to as much as I can get to you, in the most quick, efficient, and OFFICIAL way as possilbe. We all hate spam, but we all love music. My left fucking hand isn't typing as good as it could or can, but we're trying to get on down the line. Anyways, ladies gentleman, beasts, and demons, and bots and trolls. Take care, check back soon. Stay Mello.

We're choking ourselves. Our brains are auto depriving themselves of thought if all of our output is structured lower and lower and we feel like everything that we see is spam. Soon, everyting goes into a little recycle container, and we all hit "dump", on it, and all thought, individual or mass, gets tossed by the wayside.

Trapping the eye is a term, I believe , is one which best describes the action of something that happens in a moment, in the corner of the eye... grabbing your attention, and dragging you in. I believe after the "Trapping of the eye", anything can happen. Perhaps, that action, that beginning moment, is the arc, or a gate, and opening if you will, into another dimension. well... there's part of it.