..Why does pain inspire art? What is art anyway? How can I express my reality? Questions tend to be annoying to some. For instants, imagine leaving all you know to pursue the heart of a women? Feeling like an alien, would tend to make you insecure, and question motives, intentions. Well because of the excursion to “Beautiful British Columbia†my sense of reality my be considered messed up. My only stability psychologically speaking is the creative expressions of AM mono sort of moving of electrons.
My true love is death metal. When I was in high school I played in a band called “Cursed Creation†w.e. had no idea what w.e. where doing (not musical speaking). Now I am in my thirties30's and I do not look at life, love, and meaning the same (more freedom and a clearer conscience. Even though some of what I think needs to be improved it seems to me life is a lesson you learn when it is done. That is when from birth to the time of death the dash between the two dates represents “Interworld†purgatory sandwich if you will. Seventy- five on the other hand is a number that represents “perfect grace†to me at least. Enjoy my noise, and please listen to the whole thing. .....
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.. Canada has as much class as a Luxury SUV parked in front of dumpy little shake of a house.
