So, maybe I should point something out here, for those who come here with expectations on fire.
This is not a fanzine.
It isn't a place where we compare morale patches.
Nor is it meant to entertain your bored ass.
This place is where memory and the making of memory meet.
This place is where I discuss my paranormal, mystical experiences for those who find them worthwhile enough to read them.
This place is where my writing lives.
Here lie the fruits of my own explorations, and my attempt to reconcile them.
Lately, I've been dealing quite a bit with the dead. This is very real. The dead have messages for the living, messages that are significant to modern life, so I write about them here.
Rock music is my music. I was a toddler rockin and trancing before I knew what it was. I put up the music I do because its significant-really. I'm not a drone for any act.
Harmony of Staves is beyond anything this fucking society will ever produce. It is the far out fringe of the fringe and as real as Death.
I don't expect the masses to get what I do here, I know they can't, but don't expect your standard run of the mill blah blah, because you won't find it here.
Perhaps it can, Volt., and that should raise some uncomfortable questions, which is great.
Some cultures have this pathological fear of their own dead, probably for very good reasons, but the dead of the white races seldom choose the destructive path. Its so absolutely rare amongst whites, that it makes an intense story when it does happen.
So, maybe I should point something out here, for those who come here with expectations on fire.
This is not a fanzine.
It isn't a place where we compare morale patches.
Nor is it meant to entertain your bored ass.
This place is where memory and the making of memory meet.
This place is where I discuss my paranormal, mystical experiences for those who find them worthwhile enough to read them.
This place is where my writing lives.
Here lie the fruits of my own explorations, and my attempt to reconcile them.
Lately, I've been dealing quite a bit with the dead. This is very real. The dead have messages for the living, messages that are significant to modern life, so I write about them here.
Rock music is my music. I was a toddler rockin and trancing before I knew what it was. I put up the music I do because its significant-really. I'm not a drone for any act.
Harmony of Staves is beyond anything this fucking society will ever produce. It is the far out fringe of the fringe and as real as Death.
I don't expect the masses to get what I do here, I know they can't, but don't expect your standard run of the mill blah blah, because you won't find it here.
Peace out.
A. Ask BoB.
Q. Death inevitably invites itself to life. Can life demand a meeting with death?
Perhaps it can, Volt., and that should raise some uncomfortable questions, which is great.
Some cultures have this pathological fear of their own dead, probably for very good reasons, but the dead of the white races seldom choose the destructive path. Its so absolutely rare amongst whites, that it makes an intense story when it does happen.
Dead white people are pretty amazing.
Another trip back to the library BoB. Bon chance.
I thought this was about the band and got very excited for a minute.
Lol!
Yes, thats what we do here, deflate expectations.