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wolven7Wümpscüt - [We Set Fire]--- Good morning. And it is morning. I've been awake since 6 am. How freakish is that? I've been having dreams that are odd conglomerations of daily events, and just a Dash of prophecy thrown in, for flavour. (Wümpscüt - [?]). So there's nothing really going on, around here. People have been getting on my nerves, and my resolve to simply Leave, and go somewhere else, is strengthening... We'll see.
Crux Shadows - [Deception]--- The job search is still going extremely poorly, as evinced by the fact that i do not yet have a job. Nothing is hiring. NOTHING. Not fast food, not gas stations, not convenience stores, not grocery stores. All of the places that are Always Hiring, Aren't Hiring. "Pray for daylight, pray for morning..." Anyway... Job search Sucks. People SUCK. KMFDM Tonight, and i'm Really looking forward to it. The simple thought of it makes me a happy camper. Puts a smile on my face, to drive away all the miserable shite, elsewhere (Ooh, Violin Solo). So i can think about this, and wait and see, with everything else.
Speaking of such things, in the roundabout way that my brain seems to work, someone paged me Three Times, last night. Was it you? WAS IT?! I didn't recognise the number, and i was nowhere where i could use phone. (Linkin Park - [In The End]). Sorry. i'll call the numbers back, today, after noon-ish. Music is a beautiful thing...
Someone, somewhere, somewhen found something in the universe that spoke, and breathed, and had a heartbeat, and this person found that her/his own beat could match the one s/he heard, elsewhere. So s/he tried to collect it. Tried to grab it, and let everyone else hear it, and feel it, and graft and move and live with it... And we have music. And music flows, and breathes, and lives in every one of us, and collects in our hearts, rhythms, and body movements. In music, we find a connection, and we are free of all connections.
There is an elation that comes from hearing the piece of music that touches you in just such a manner. Even if it brings you to tears, with sadness and pain, you are elated, because you can feel the universe moving and working around you, connecting to those, outside of you. You know that you are not alone. And even if you can never find the person who has given you this joy, even if you have no chance of ever telling them "Thank You," you say it in your heart, everytime you hear a line, a Chord, a beat, a Rhythm. And if there is any justice in this world, if there is any sense of right and wrong, whatsoever, if only in the people who created the concept, then they Know. Whoever tapped the vein, and let the music loose knows. They hear your thanks and appreciate it.
Or i could be talking out of my ass, again.
Day Dream, Believer
Crux Shadows - [Deception]--- The job search is still going extremely poorly, as evinced by the fact that i do not yet have a job. Nothing is hiring. NOTHING. Not fast food, not gas stations, not convenience stores, not grocery stores. All of the places that are Always Hiring, Aren't Hiring. "Pray for daylight, pray for morning..." Anyway... Job search Sucks. People SUCK. KMFDM Tonight, and i'm Really looking forward to it. The simple thought of it makes me a happy camper. Puts a smile on my face, to drive away all the miserable shite, elsewhere (Ooh, Violin Solo). So i can think about this, and wait and see, with everything else.
Speaking of such things, in the roundabout way that my brain seems to work, someone paged me Three Times, last night. Was it you? WAS IT?! I didn't recognise the number, and i was nowhere where i could use phone. (Linkin Park - [In The End]). Sorry. i'll call the numbers back, today, after noon-ish. Music is a beautiful thing...
Someone, somewhere, somewhen found something in the universe that spoke, and breathed, and had a heartbeat, and this person found that her/his own beat could match the one s/he heard, elsewhere. So s/he tried to collect it. Tried to grab it, and let everyone else hear it, and feel it, and graft and move and live with it... And we have music. And music flows, and breathes, and lives in every one of us, and collects in our hearts, rhythms, and body movements. In music, we find a connection, and we are free of all connections.
There is an elation that comes from hearing the piece of music that touches you in just such a manner. Even if it brings you to tears, with sadness and pain, you are elated, because you can feel the universe moving and working around you, connecting to those, outside of you. You know that you are not alone. And even if you can never find the person who has given you this joy, even if you have no chance of ever telling them "Thank You," you say it in your heart, everytime you hear a line, a Chord, a beat, a Rhythm. And if there is any justice in this world, if there is any sense of right and wrong, whatsoever, if only in the people who created the concept, then they Know. Whoever tapped the vein, and let the music loose knows. They hear your thanks and appreciate it.
Or i could be talking out of my ass, again.
Day Dream, Believer
