I know you better than you know yourself. I know your fears, I know your thoughts, I know your deepest vulnerabilities. I am not ignorant of who you think yourself to be. I see something all-together larger, and more beautiful, that expands far beyond your ego's actions. This is why I married you. I gave you a rib from my stomach, like Adam to Eve, and you took it to mean the whole thing. And like Eve, you have made the mistake of seeking knowledge. I am not eternally wounded by your actions, because your actions do not ripple into eternity; they crumble in the face of time. My love is not affected by your boasting, there is no impedance to my flame. I love her more than you do. I know her more than you do. I know you more than you do. I know where you came from, I see where you're going. I am not boasting. You may never know the method to my existence. I am given perspective that you are not, because I seek God in ways that you do not. I was not acting out of desperation, nor some childish need for attention. She was not some desperate fantasy, nor hopeless illusion. I chose my affections well. You choose what chooses you. Everything of mine is conventional, except my heart. Everything of yours is organic, save your love. My love is organic, yours is not love at all. Read the fine print on the back marked; "Ego's Preservatives"

looking forward to breaking the backs of the demons that have offended me. i owe a lot of debt to the bank of ass-kicking. i have a sexy woman by my side, a sexy mind, and some sexy speakers ready to drop some sound bombs.

me: Yeah.

I'm an electronic musician.

anything: can you explain why?

you're an organic musician Austin.

don't ever say that agin.

again*

Epic journey, rude awakening. Thank you Audio Alkemy for saving my ass. I owe you one.
It's been a night and day of death and rebirth, shedding old skins, and growing new ones. I'm popping out of my cocoon, and my wings cover the earth. It's been almost a year since the first Cosmic Spirit Gathering. I think new order is in order.

"Once a Pisces finds a woman that he wants, he will just give anything to her. Nice and luxurious things, his time, even more, his life. He will really do whatever he can to please his woman and to make her dream come true. A Pisces knows the value of a great woman in his life and will really appreciate a relationship. He will work hard to keep that relationship with her. In choosing a woman, Pisces usually doesn't really care about physical appearance. What matters most for him is what she has inside."

I don't think I've ever been so free. I don't think I've ever cared less about anything. Butterflies are coming out of my chest. I want nothing more than to find someone to share my ecstasy with. I'm going to get swallowed up in the ocean. I feel like making this my last week on this planet, all the work that people are doing, I've finished it. How blissed out would we all be if we knew the world would spontaneously disappear after a week? I'm designing a universe and I'm including that perk.
You don't know what life is until you stop caring.


Society is increasingly resembling a swamp. I'm running to Freedom. Everybody's so sad?! WTF are we doing?! Don't you know it's INTERNATIONAL STOP CARING DAY!

I'll probably end up in a mental ward someday. . .

I'm fucked up but in a beautiful way. The only thing that makes sense to me is music, I don't have the drive to do anything but pluck at the strings and push my vocal chords until I die. It seems like life is just fuel for the vehicle of art. I see everything that we make ourselves do day-in-day-out, and it's all one giant chaotic din that resembles the sound of a large combustion engine, and our consciousness has only two options: overdrive the engine with the mundane shitfuel of life, or spit it out and make something beautiful. "Existence is output." I understand what that means again. Output, or die. No matter where you stand in the ranks of the populace, if you're an artist, you're fundamentally the same as every other artist, because you tap into the ONE CONSCIOUSNESS, and that's your reward. It doesn't matter if you're on a street corner or on a stage, there is only one true reward from your creation; you tap into the matrix. If you're focusing on others' perceptions you are missing art, that's why most popular artists, although externally productive, are internally blind. Through art, through active, spontaneous mathematics, we can connect the dots of our entire beings, and the "day-in-day-out" becomes eternity. Align your thoughts, emotions, perceptions, and actions, and realize reality.