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love is luminosity

for some the winged circle high,

above their heads, on fierce blue currents.

a breeze won't move them,

Anna is about to pop!  Any day now I will be a Father to 2 sons.  Anna had a natural child birth the first time around, and she's doing it again because she doesn't really remember the first time. 

The first time, we learned that she had a real need for music to get lost in during the harder parts of labor.  We had this amazing midwife that talked her back down when the labor was getting to be too much to handle.  If it wasn't for her, I think she may have gone for the pain killers, not that that's bad, but it just wouldn't have been what she wanted. 

I've lost my drive.

All passion has escaped me.

I'm left in the absence of who I used to be.

Everything has changed and I've forgotten who I am.

I've lost my life,

and that's what I was trying to do,

and now that I've done that I wonder,

what's next?

All of my intentions and motivations were wrong.

I see that now.

I was wrong.

And now the past is dead

I wish I could just be a God robot.

That would be so easy.

Then I would always do the right thing.

I would always hear His voice clearly,

and obey Him immediately.

There would be no more struggle between

right and wrong,

good and evil,

spirit and flesh.

There would be no more trials,

no more temptations,

no more pain.

Yah,

If you haven't listened to BT's album "This Binary Universe" you should give it a whirl.  The hard copy is on DVD and is meticulously mixed in surround sound.  It's an impressive work, and suits my mood well at the moment.

It's early Saturday morning at the train car.  Nobody's here because it's Saturday morning at the train car.  My midi-controller is winking at me but I'm trying to take a breath before I'm soaked in headphones for the next 12 hours.  

"I'd rather go to hell than ride this bike!" he said.

I stopped to see if he needed some help.  I was on my way to work, riding my bike; he was trying to get his bike to work.

"I hate this bike!" he said, "Do you want it?"

"No thanks." I said.

"Here, take it!" he said.

I lifted up my hands and smiled, "I can't ride two."

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over hyped nonsense and realized fuckdick AAAHH shit.

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It seems to be getting very popular to blame George W Bush for every little thing that's going wrong in this country right now. From a very unpopular war to the prise of gas to a more than nine trillion dollar deficient. But lets remember that none of this was GW's idea. If you don't believe me look it up. George said it before we even went to war. He clearly said God told him to go to war. So lets put the blame where it belongs, squarely on God's shoulders. I don't know what God was thinking. I mean he's all knowing he most have known it was going to go to shit. If I had to guess I'd say it was revenge, the Bible's full of it, God eats the shit for lunch and asks for seconds. So join me in a prayer, ask God to tell George to end the war, and write us a check for that nine trillion dollars. Until I get that check I'm saying fuck you God, and your little kiss ass son too.

Tickle my senses

Tickle me too

Tell me you want me

Tell me you do 

Owen is the real deal...an artistic rareity...a man devoted to "coopetition" (thanks for the new word Weston & Wikipedia).  This CAMMIE winning electronic music producer, makes the beats dirty, plays the game clean, and yes...programs his own synth patches.  You are going places sir.

Thanks for the favor Owen, you know what I'm talking about, I'll see you on the other side of the Thor matrix.