My friend Jess has encouraged me to continue writing here, proving that it is not only robots from the Ukraine that read these words. SHOUT OUT!~ I have been absent from inking the internet for a few moments, but I have not been idle. My band Vensets has been putting in good hours tweaking our energy into something that ought to be worth a listen. Tentatively, the 26th of July might be our debut (at Duffy's Tavern). Next stop Berlin. =) Last night I discovered that Garageband will automatically make Reason into a slave, allowing me to record live instruments along to a drum machine... Forest Tree might just take a turn for the hectic.
My shoulder blades feel like they are falling out of my back. What a dumb feeling. I want to be a cyborg and avoid all these aches. Superhuman strength and conditioning would just be a bonus. I've busted my body (and soul) working for a large corporation and now all I get besides a paycheque big enough to survive is a quickly failing body and expectations of more and more bending over. I don't want to be a bossman anymore. I'm quite content clocking in and out, doing honest work and then spending my free time feeling alive. Exploiting people is not me, so why did I ever want to be a bossman anyways? Money is nice in that it allows you to do and acquire nice things, but too much of it corrupts the soul in my mind. Having all that power doesn't mean you are inherently superior to anyone else; you're still going to eat, shit and die like the rest of us. Maybe your toilet bowl will sparkle more, your food will be served in more seclusion and your funeral will cost more, but acclimatization will distort your perception of it all anyways. More important are things like: feeling well, sharing love, spending your short life experiencing/creating wonders, and health. YEAH.
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