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I am trying not to let this week consume me. I haven't gotten any sleep. All I do is work. All I do is serve, and I'm not getting anything from it but the grace of another day. I am fully equipped to weather the atmosphere of the working class nightmare. I just wish I had something I could touch to bring me respite. Music is what has saved me in this trying time. I was listening to 45 by Kino. I believe this is my favorite of Tsoi's work. As much as I love the later stuff, there is a genius in these tracks that is undeniable. I am trying so hard to weather this cold, but my life has been prohibitive of leisure lately. My sister has problems with their blasted shitbox, so I have to drive them everywhere... again. This is just like in College and High School, and that was the worst. Mom was expressing to me how she thinks I sound like her back then, and I agreed. All I did the last 3 days was drive. Drive, drive, drive. I sleep three hours ...

No matter what words I use I am not angry enough. In my heart I want to reject what I know. I want to reject the truth that violence is power as much as community. In Minneapolis I choose to see hope. In myself I choose to see unease, restless hatred. In my heart I choose to see sadness. I don't know how much longer it will be. I am waiting for my strength to die. I fear I will hurt myself. That I will throw myself into the wandering eyes of the machine. In my heart I fear it is certain. I my heart I take refuge in continuity. I take refuge in knowledge. We are that which was born from the fall before us. And humanity prevails every time. How much longer until we lose that providence? If God is electrons and quarks, what does it mean to ignore material constants? Is there nothing she can tell us? I gotta do an update to the GFM if she can't hit back soon. Not her fault. Pad Thai is good, but I question whether chestnuts are good enough to warrant roasting in the more festive ca...

I'm not comfortable with the idea. I don't like the sound I'm looking to create right now. It's the same thing I machinated with Ave and Banshee. I'm looking to let the sound build itself. I'm starting with a more gestalt approach of naked bass lines and voice, and I'm gonna master those together. Bit of low pass on those, but leave the drums alone. I'll let them sit atop the mix, but they won't get as much gain. I'm gonna record in BandLab rather than Ableton. I don't like Ableton for vocals, idc. The songs I tend to write with lyrics are a little jangly sounding. Which I don't hate, I'm still stuck on writing what I want to hear from myself. Which isn't congruent to what I should really be making. I have to think a bit more morose. The feeling of the sound is resonant with the tones and colors of the most bittersweet dreams from my childhood. The same stuff I wrote about in undergrad. My professor liked those writings. I'm n...

Getting through the gruff of the blue monday is always exhausting, a psychosexual tax on a mind that ever wanders. Power went out in my building for hours, I took a nap. I was struck with the correct vision for the middle track of the project, Vampires Wearing Cardigans In Michigan . More Grouper, less Sonic Youth. The malaise of a new beginning... the dirge like slurry of urban conflict, the morrow pressing against the mountains of stagnation. Peppered morsels of knowledge sitting on this plate in front of me, but it's presented on a most unserious dish.  It's the Niagara Falls Rainforest Cafe plastic plate that my Mom bought my sister and I, from back way back in my early childhood. And yet I've had a lot of fun in the days preceding this nothingness. I made a new friend, and got sushi. I gossiped and joked around for hours with some dear friends on Saturday. I looked over the savings totals for the donations, I want to transfer soon. Manal needs something. Anything. I ne...

And I am just a jangling man, been in the cold too long, a-long, a-long And I live with a Raggedy Ann, we never had any money, is it really so wrong? I feel the spirit of the age, man. I'm within it. I cannot subscribe to the mindset of my betters, my parents and family, to be above the world system. I must relish in the humanity of the world system. And I want to try my best to change it. I have to understand the world, I must be in it. I hear a somber sound in my mind. The last two tracks come together. The last two tracks make their mark, yes.  This will be a short entry. There is only one thing I think about. Despite the Hinge hangout going well... I met with some friends again... I put up the posters, listened to some Starship... I'm still thinking about her. Persephone stays on my mind, I can't stop thinking about her. I just want to know her. It would be my honor to finally meet her, to kiss her hand. Anything for her. I just know it.

Yesterday after work I messed up taking my injections, and I hit a major artery. I was bleeding so much, I managed to eventually staunch it and get a bandage. I still feel tingly and lightheaded, this has never happened before. There were two weeks before I had help taking injections where this never happened. Yesterday was the first day I went that wrong. There's a malaise of unease and disgust that has infected the air surrounding my person. I've been visiting my parents a lot in the first half of January. I love to he with my family, yeah... but I also like being around them because they seem like the only people that arent disgusted at the sight of me. I just don't understand it. I don't like being in my apartment. I wish I was an introvert, it would be easy to keep it all in. Every time I open my eyes, whenever I blink, I see news of another holocaust in the works. Maybe this is just what God wants right now. I don't get the feeling that my personality or prese...

Let me tell of you about social pageantry. I mean courtship, you know. "Talking stages," as people call it. The worst, the absolute worst. Cronkite and I like to coach each other, we commiserate the circumstances of our yearning, the outcomes of our pursuits of those that catch our eye. About as many wins as losses at this point. I know for sure I've fumbled a few diamonds, but sometimes you must know that there's only so much you can do in the realm of entertaining the tastes of someone you most likely don't know that well, right? It's like grooming a poodle for the kennel club. You're putting yourself on display, you basically having to let someone examine you like an item. And yet I feel it could be argued that the right person is likely someone you would never need to "prove yourself" to like that. The connection will be self-evident. Recently my economy of courtship has been unstable, a lot of fluctuations. Too many uncertainties, I really, ...