Outer Space is the most fascinating thing to date. It has changed everything we know about our mysterious existence in the Universe. However space travel has turned out to be down right ridiculous in some ways and one of the most unique experiences one could have the opportunity to be chosen for at the same time. To get the point, Mic Douglas and I don't age anymore and haven't for sometime now. We are served a daily dose of youth elixir along with our vitamins and other vital nutrients every morning at breakfast. We've been in the youth program for about 20 years, pretty much ever since i can recall. Space travel also drastically alters the aging process as we understand it. We have become accustomed to being different ages depending on where we are at the time.
One of the kookiest discoveries of all time was stumbled upon through space station greenhouse experiments and vegetation space probe research. Bananas are indigenous to Earth and are unable to be grown anywhere outside of the planet. The most remarkable fact recently discovered about bananas if you can believe it is, that they somehow decay at a radically slower rate when in constant motion traveling through space. So you ask me "do i love bananas".......I sometimes sit for hours and stare off into space and just dream about how different my life would be if bananas never existed. Bananas are not so much a fruit anymore as they are a calender. Bananas are how we count our birthdays. We use them like seasons, we watch them slowly rot and each phase represents a need for change on the spaceship. It takes approximately one full Earth cycle for a vibrant green unripened banana to turn putrid pitch black.
I haven't eaten a banana in over 12 years but today is different. Today I'm gonna have a banana and no i won't record it you'll just have to take my word for it.
Until next time .
2.24.2011
The 3 Mothers only give Life
It was hard to leave behind the beautiful sacred geometry for the confines of synthetic materials and the polished metals of our spaceship. It was a "bummer" as they used to say back home. I missed the 3 Mothers more than I missed my own family. It wasn't that I missed being dead so much as i missed seeing my soul spilled over into outer space. What could make the devil dance on the sun? The answer was so easy it was sad. The answer was so simple it could only be Love.
Only the devil gets lonely in a crowded hell. When hell freezes over where will the devil go?
No one cares, so he had no other choice but to dance. The 3 Mothers only give life so it was no surprise that they felt sorry for Satan. They told me that they could see a light in his eyes, like a glimmer of a fresh tomorrow. I could care less I was just glad to be alive again. I had to continue with Mic Douglas on our mission. I was no robot but I was programmed to believe that this mission was everything. I was taught that everyone was to do their part. I was trained to fight and kill anything that stood in the way of freedom. No one ever taught me to express my feelings. I was no Goddamn poet or any shit like that. I'm still new to this whole splogging thing.
Nights in space get lonely so I have to find comfort in my dreams. I'm usually so high before I go to bed that I don't remember most of my dreams but I know I have them. I seem to be trying to escape the inescapable. I'm beginning to realize that's why i was chosen for this particular mission because I was rarely satisfied with anything in my "normal" life. Living for me has to be hard that way I know I'm never being to hard on myself. This writing exercise is stupid, I'm going to bed. Goodnight!
Only the devil gets lonely in a crowded hell. When hell freezes over where will the devil go?
No one cares, so he had no other choice but to dance. The 3 Mothers only give life so it was no surprise that they felt sorry for Satan. They told me that they could see a light in his eyes, like a glimmer of a fresh tomorrow. I could care less I was just glad to be alive again. I had to continue with Mic Douglas on our mission. I was no robot but I was programmed to believe that this mission was everything. I was taught that everyone was to do their part. I was trained to fight and kill anything that stood in the way of freedom. No one ever taught me to express my feelings. I was no Goddamn poet or any shit like that. I'm still new to this whole splogging thing.
Nights in space get lonely so I have to find comfort in my dreams. I'm usually so high before I go to bed that I don't remember most of my dreams but I know I have them. I seem to be trying to escape the inescapable. I'm beginning to realize that's why i was chosen for this particular mission because I was rarely satisfied with anything in my "normal" life. Living for me has to be hard that way I know I'm never being to hard on myself. This writing exercise is stupid, I'm going to bed. Goodnight!
2.02.2011
"come boy choose Life or Death"
The pain stopped and all the lights went out. The three mothers from my first DMT trip came back for a visit. They brought their 5 daughters with them and my mind was once again their playground. One of the girls said "Mr. Deken we're going to measure the Earth". Everything was all a buzz but not like when something is mildly cool. It was like a million hummingbirds gently sipping nectar from all of my pores. I was in love for the very time, again. There were patterns floating all around me. Each shape was sharing the space of the other shapes. Each shape was a vibrant code. They were showing me what was left behind from my soul. She said "we saved it for you Mr. D, we saved it". One of the 3 mothers said " come now little ones it's time to let him be".
I put my soul on the line. I know it will leave a trace. Is the spirit Divine? What will I find out in space? If we can't find inside maybe we do not believe. If we don't find it in time, then maybe we never leave.
So I just kept dancing. I didn't know what else to do and I had nowhere to go. I had no full memories just bits and pieces. There were not enough pieces to put me back together again. There was not enough energy left to be afraid. There was no room in space for tears.
I knew I couldn't stay here much longer. That was the night everything changed.
I put my soul on the line. I know it will leave a trace. Is the spirit Divine? What will I find out in space? If we can't find inside maybe we do not believe. If we don't find it in time, then maybe we never leave.
So I just kept dancing. I didn't know what else to do and I had nowhere to go. I had no full memories just bits and pieces. There were not enough pieces to put me back together again. There was not enough energy left to be afraid. There was no room in space for tears.
I knew I couldn't stay here much longer. That was the night everything changed.
1.21.2011
Wordplay
Journal entry 2:
As I am writing this, the guard-monkey is laughing. I'm not sure why, only that it has something to do with me writing. He could be laughing at our language, but I think he's laughing because I'm writing this just minutes before I may die. He doesn't know our secret.
Me and Deken had barely escaped the KillMonkey's deadly trap, when we were caught by the famed Monkey-Guard of the Monkey Drome. As a unit they are called the Monkey-Guard, but individually they are Guard-Monkeys. Strange, I know. I'm not sure what they are famed for, they remind me of the guards and policemen on Earth. They did capture us fairly easily, due to the after-effects of the KillMonkey's pheremones. Now we are in seperate cells underneath the Monkey Drome. I can hear the crowd, their bloodthirsty chants echo through my cell.
Now the Monkey Queen has decided that one of us shall live. She has forced us into a verbal battle, to the death. Our opponents? Each other...
As I am writing this, the guard-monkey is laughing. I'm not sure why, only that it has something to do with me writing. He could be laughing at our language, but I think he's laughing because I'm writing this just minutes before I may die. He doesn't know our secret.
Me and Deken had barely escaped the KillMonkey's deadly trap, when we were caught by the famed Monkey-Guard of the Monkey Drome. As a unit they are called the Monkey-Guard, but individually they are Guard-Monkeys. Strange, I know. I'm not sure what they are famed for, they remind me of the guards and policemen on Earth. They did capture us fairly easily, due to the after-effects of the KillMonkey's pheremones. Now we are in seperate cells underneath the Monkey Drome. I can hear the crowd, their bloodthirsty chants echo through my cell.
Now the Monkey Queen has decided that one of us shall live. She has forced us into a verbal battle, to the death. Our opponents? Each other...
1.13.2011
Sic Dat Monkey
Journal entry 1:
The battle of KillMonkey was the toughest fight we've had in a long time.
We both barely made it out alive. The Mech warrior was equipped with the most sophisticated weaponry we have ever encountered. The Monkey used a deadly combination of bullets, missiles, bananas, bombs and lasers but her bio-weapons were what gave her an edge. During the battle she released pheromones that seemed to turn Mic Douglas and I against each other. We began to argue and lose focus on the mission at hand. We were confused by the sense of arousal we felt toward her even while she was trying very hard to kill us. While ducking and taking cover Mic Douglas kept telling me how beautiful he thought she was. I found myself agreeing with him and hoping she would maybe stop shooting us so we could get to know her better. It came in waves, it kinda reminded me of how I felt on X.
When I could think clearly and I wasn't firing my Taurian Plasma Rifle or Yelling at Mic Douglas. I remembered we were equipped with a little secret weapon of our own. I was carrying a med-pack containing two syringes of a special serum called agent-zero. I wasn't even sure WTF it did but at this point we were gonna die anyway so it really didn't matter. When Mic Douglas stood up to take a few suppressive shots @ KillMonkey I stabbed him in the leg with the serum and then plunged the other needle into my own chest. Within seconds we were back to our old selves again. From here it didn't take long for us to figure out a way to bring KillMonkey down. She went down slow and easy. We finished her off with a back to back double supreme rapid fire money shot. I have a feeling this won't be the last of Veronica Chase.
The battle of KillMonkey was the toughest fight we've had in a long time.
We both barely made it out alive. The Mech warrior was equipped with the most sophisticated weaponry we have ever encountered. The Monkey used a deadly combination of bullets, missiles, bananas, bombs and lasers but her bio-weapons were what gave her an edge. During the battle she released pheromones that seemed to turn Mic Douglas and I against each other. We began to argue and lose focus on the mission at hand. We were confused by the sense of arousal we felt toward her even while she was trying very hard to kill us. While ducking and taking cover Mic Douglas kept telling me how beautiful he thought she was. I found myself agreeing with him and hoping she would maybe stop shooting us so we could get to know her better. It came in waves, it kinda reminded me of how I felt on X.
When I could think clearly and I wasn't firing my Taurian Plasma Rifle or Yelling at Mic Douglas. I remembered we were equipped with a little secret weapon of our own. I was carrying a med-pack containing two syringes of a special serum called agent-zero. I wasn't even sure WTF it did but at this point we were gonna die anyway so it really didn't matter. When Mic Douglas stood up to take a few suppressive shots @ KillMonkey I stabbed him in the leg with the serum and then plunged the other needle into my own chest. Within seconds we were back to our old selves again. From here it didn't take long for us to figure out a way to bring KillMonkey down. She went down slow and easy. We finished her off with a back to back double supreme rapid fire money shot. I have a feeling this won't be the last of Veronica Chase.
1.05.2011
Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus"
Today we learned Depeche Mode's Personal Jesus. It was surprisingly fun to learn such a generic song.
When we agreed that we would learn the next song that any band member submitted via email I never thought this would end up being the one. After hesitation we stuck to the plan and pulled it off. By the end of practice I was in love with Personal Jesus for several meaningless reasons that I won't waste your time explaining.
This is a song about unbalanced love. I like that a lot. Trying to make the person you love your Jesus is a lot of pressure to put on someone. I understand how the subject feels. Sometime you meet a person that seems to love you like God or have a God like love flowing from their every word and touch. I think the concept is sad but beautiful. People want to be loved and It seems also that people want to believe in a higher power. It would only make sense that the higher power also provided the highest love. So blah blah blah......
1989 was a great year. I salute you Martin Gore. We pay homage today to the great bands that have come before us. This song is pure genius but I'll let each person figure that out on their own time. I'm glad A-Keysy chose this song. It enabled me to take the time to really listen to the song and enjoy for what seems like the very first time.
When we agreed that we would learn the next song that any band member submitted via email I never thought this would end up being the one. After hesitation we stuck to the plan and pulled it off. By the end of practice I was in love with Personal Jesus for several meaningless reasons that I won't waste your time explaining.
This is a song about unbalanced love. I like that a lot. Trying to make the person you love your Jesus is a lot of pressure to put on someone. I understand how the subject feels. Sometime you meet a person that seems to love you like God or have a God like love flowing from their every word and touch. I think the concept is sad but beautiful. People want to be loved and It seems also that people want to believe in a higher power. It would only make sense that the higher power also provided the highest love. So blah blah blah......
1989 was a great year. I salute you Martin Gore. We pay homage today to the great bands that have come before us. This song is pure genius but I'll let each person figure that out on their own time. I'm glad A-Keysy chose this song. It enabled me to take the time to really listen to the song and enjoy for what seems like the very first time.
3.12.2010
"Let Me Out Of This World" by Hunter Connors Herm
“Let me out of this world…
Let me our of this world…
Let me ride shotgun.”
For those of you still living in this world…
For those of you who have become a bit bored with the ho-hum-auto-tune lyrics of the American billboard top 25…
For those of you craving the next wave, whatever wave that may be…
Have I got an inside track for you!
It’s called "Dream Catcher" and it’s just another in a series of fresh rhythmic tracks featuring out of this world electro melodies, chest thumping bass lines, and soul-touching lyrics from Madison, Wisconsin’s locally grown Electro-Pop group Star Persons.
Deken Frost, co-founder and co-MC of the fast rising and far shooting Star Persons, has a voice that commands attention even in the most informal of settings; like a narrow, musty alleyway reeking of overflowed dumpsters which line the cold walls behind an underused dance club on Madison’s near west side.The piles of trash in the alley serve as a metaphoric backdrop to Madison music scene; each dumpster symbolizing a broken down and forgotten local musical talent. A talent that came but never went far.
Deken Frost, who plans on going as far as he can, is quick to reference the title of his brainchild album and hopeful ticket out of these back alley trash heaps.
“The album is called Just Visiting…and as far as I’m concerned, that’s all we’re doing here.” Indeed, Star Persons has a sound that is too grand in scope to be confined to Madison’s non-existent pop scene.
Frost has been pushing the envelope in the Madison music scene since his teenage days busting out improvisational rhymes on the street corners of Madison’s West side while avoiding truant officers and skipping out on the majority of his high school classes in the 1990s.
But it wasn’t until his front man days with this hip-hop-hard-rock group Know Boundaries that Frost emerged into the limelight of Madison’s critical music media.
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