Insane

Sorry I haven't been around or able to post anything. My mind has been relentless in crushing my spirit during the early mornings. Can't really describe how this feels, Can't even really feel how it feels anyways.

Wake up indifferent

Walk around silently

Dream up ambitions

Water-down anything possible

Call it hate, call it love, I call it simply Art

A destructive art that has all the ability to possess and crush every notion of serenity.

Thats the best I can proclaim given my complicated fucked up state of thoughts. Is it all my fault that my mind doesn't exist anymore? Wake me up when November comes, I'm fucking out of this.

Trifecta

Ladies and Gentlemen, the Trifecta is COMPLETE.

If you do not know what that means, well come up and ask me!

Went skiing last week, such a euphoric experience when you fly down the slopes. Its nearly indescribable; a feeling so unique, fearless, and just instinct driven that surpasses the common thinking. I'd been so out of touch with an experience like that, and having been reunited with it, I hope to transfer the thought to my playing, making it balls out and no holds back.

Headed to see John Mayer tonight at Phillips, gonna be a sick show and I havent seen him in a few years.

KaBoom!

Game Changers are an important concept of reality, be it anything from sports to music to media. That one special person who brings everything higher up to unleash the full potential of something rather than diminish it with sub-par realism. Impressive things lead to great things, and thats why I am going to do something absolutely mind-blowingly out of this world. And its gonna turn out awesome.

Get psyched.... or just stay home.

I know you are, but what am I?

Ladies and Gentleman..... I am an Asshole.

Yes you heard it, an asshole. Why? Because I'm worn out with common delinquencies and uncommon tragedy. Why not switch the order of life around 180 degrees and fuck around with what is not normal? Create my own simplistic, self-centered lifestyle where I am the boss and where I don't care because I am an asshole.

Yep, sounds like something worth trying for no reasoning, yet all certainty that it will prevail.

And by the way, I think I've finally stumbled my self onto a trio of remarkable consciousness; one with the sole unique ability to feed back off each other and fucking crank something to the next ear-blowing level.

So let the be Fucking Rock!

But in the down...

If your bored in the meantime.... Cut Off Your Hands!

Wow... no way

So people actually read this blog? Can I just say thanks?

I found out the other day some few read this stuff, and to me, thats the coolest comment I've received in a long time. The mere fact that anyone is interested or entertained by what I have to say or just ponder about means a lot to me. It drives me to produce more, become more creative, and channel that creativity to a whole new level.

The readers have spoken, and I will respond with even better material.

From now on, more song lyrics I've written will be shared, more emotions and interpersonal progressions I create will be spoken, and I will further expose my mind to publicity, in an effort to understand what I think.

And to a certain few, prepare your self for the musical journey about to take place. Because some loud shit is about to come blaring to a town near you. No not your own town, but you'll fucking hear these tunes loudly from your neighbor.

Long Live Slow Hand Blues Boogie!

Name

Evil to Enemy