We struggle to be heard, in a vicious cycle of fault. We’re developing a social disease that needs to stop. We walk alone, in cities of hundreds of thousands. It’s come down to who shouts the loudest, or works until every ounce of passion relinquishes itself to a jaded and empty soul. The voices speak to us in silence, until there’s another empty chamber and ten more shards of hope lost. We’re approaching the dawn of a new socially disfunct machine, that will fall in an exponential demise. It approaches, cycling around us in swarms of drones, too concerned with their selves with with no sympathy for the whole. We never stop to wonder what happened after we stopped listening as we fall to the Earth in grains of sand..

Writing is something that I’ve needed to do lately, which I actually have been doing some in my notebooks the past little while, but as far as writing things that are in the public view, I haven’t really written anything. I’ve also felt a bit more creative musically and been sketching small pencil drawings in my notebook. Haha. In the next few days I promise to write something a bit more interesting or in depth, but right now I’m tired and had already passed out once in my bed.

I’m back home again after packing up my stuff from Mandy’s and hauling it back in here. It sucks, having a table full of wires, multiple guitars and keyboards and a few computers to move around. I had my studio over there for the last few months. What sucks is now I’m realizing how bad the acoustics are in my studio and how much better they were in her basement. Haha. I’m going to have to remedy this somehow.. Anyway, I planned to only stay at Mandy’s for a bit and ended up sort of living over there, lol, but I really didn’t have any reason to come home, other than to see my parents and my cat, since I had all my of my music stuff there. Also, I came back because Mandy left to go down to Vegas to visit her mum. She also likes to get away every once in a while and get back to her home town. I already miss falling asleep in Mandy’s bed next to her, especially with the recently added 4inch memory foam that you just sink into. My bed is really sucking in comparison!
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I could have gone down to Vegas with Mandy and had some fun, but I chose to stay here to get some work done on music. I always seem to choose the bland and boring things to do.. I’m very good at doing that.. There are so many things that I’m doing, or at least trying to do and I guess that’s the point. I’ve set up a calendar and also have a list of what I need to do and then set up as a list of priorities. The last few days I’ve been slacking a bit, but I think that’s fine. I have to throw some weekends in there like a job. It was also the last day I would see Mandy until two weeks from now and then today was the day I had to pack up all that shit and move it.

Packing, loading, driving, unloading and setting everything up took up the majority of my day… Along with beating out my bruised damaged car that had been neglected by a potentially drunk, or rather very old blind person who likes to run into poor innocent parked cars on the side of the road in the middle of the night and not tell a soul about it and opt to scurry off into their very fulfilling karmic life… They’d rather leave their red paint scuff marks and the front of their cars Bra attached as gifts embedded into my bumper and fender.. Why, thank you…

The next day, I was standing outside of the house, waiting for the Sheriff to show up. I guess I was just standing around looking like I had no purpose in my life or something. Some Mormon missionaries were going for a walk and stopped to talk with me. They told me that Jesus right now wishes me to be happy. I told them that I was raised LDS and that I have spent my entire life searching for truth and that I continue to look for it each day. I tried not to mention all the hypocrisy that has surrounded me, or to mention how bad the religion has hurt undeserving people, by their teachings overlooking good moral teachings and values. They were nice people though, so there was no reason. They asked if there was anything they could do for me, I told them if they find a red car with the front smashed in, to let me know. Hah. Anyway, enough of my rant and back to schedule. I’m going to keep trying to do my Yoga here and keep my routines. Our health is something we should all care about.. but in the last few years I’ve been slacking on it.. Maybe in the next few days, I’ll post a few ideas I’ve been jotting down in my notebooks. I’m tired and I’m going to bed now. Love you Mandy. I miss you. Have fun down in Vegas. Bring me back an In-N-Out Burger!
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This is what I’ve been working on for the last 5 days.

Polaroid Kiss - Stop Motion

Credits: Tom Bennett, Brandun Reed & Earl Dixon
Produced by: Brandun Reed & Earl Dixon
Mixed & Mastered by: Earl Dixon

Audesi - Analog Mechanics (clip)

lvl - Home (Audesi Remix)

Appears courtesy of FIXT Music.