Right now I'm listening to the acoustic EP that I recorded last night with Billy Hillman. There were a few cover, two young sprouts, and a bunch of my very good old friends. It didn't take me long to find them all in there own wandering orbits. There was one that I really wish could have been part if the story, however I was unable to find the autumn--crimson of its sphere. I hope the mission I set to accomplish with this work will come to fruition; It's been a long time since I felt this accomplished with a work. The music should be on iTunes & other online media sources.

Something really cool is about to start.

This was where I was the first time we spoke on the phone.I remember you telling me that you didn't want thing to go where they've gone. You lied.

The artist:He's a man that I came to love so long ago. Filing through blades of grass, The one who lives deep inside me: he is. Fearful of the world in which he lives, he calls, "I'm gonna leave my body!"

The athlete: He drowns the weight of his native planet, And tantilizes others like himself. The surface of his own puddles: he is. Proud in youth and beauty: a proclamation, "I will lose my mind!"

"Go!" Said the mind, as I drifted along the fence line of Camden. "You can take me on a cheap vacation; I don't want to have expectations because you, Could be the end of me..."

He took me to Neptune. There we watched, From the front row, Uranus' transit through Pisces.

Bathes in the waters of Aquarius, I wore a sea blue-green ball in my left cartilage-- It was a gift from my sister-- As to commemorate the holiday.

We watched the transit.

Whenever things like that happen,You find yourself Outside; On the porch; In your underwear; Smoking a cigarette, And you think to yourself, "That's what I've been putting up with all this for"

It was good. Everything that I expected. Sensual; Rough; Dirty;

"Was there no love?" You asked. "Surely there is some," I said.

"But the beast here has come from much hotter places than that. This is Summer's Lust's metamorphosis into a sensual beast, whose long reach and blue iris has caught me: tangled in his embrace."

That long embrace, And deadening sting, Has found me, Paralyzed.

A threat has been placed on the head,Of this life that I have come to know.

Insane;

It's destined to end, Regardless of how I reconcile it.

What do I do, Lord?Caught in addiction, And quite possibly at the end of my rope? Regret.

In raged with my self, "What have I done?" Here I am in the midst of my own, Destruction.

All in all, my Lord, I know that I'm glowing. You see me here, and knew I would be here. Here my distress call over the intercom, "s.O.s";

Totems:The badges of the tribe.

Not much of them, I have to say.

I've not many of them, Of my own.

I just don't want to be seen right now. Laugh at yourself, young one, it's two thousand and seven all over again. Thinking about what you want to do: measuring the pro, while weighing the con. What more could you lose.

Have this conversation in double time, at the same time, between one another: "I would put my life in danger. I could lose my job because of you."

"I could," I tell myself. "I could lose everything because of what you and me are doing"

So here I am, alone with my thoughts in town center, where she makes her speech...

And the thing she says is what he said.

Fourth gearFear Skydiving

House visits Sensuality Suspicious activity

Fear Sensuality Submission Wounds

Postcards from H.A.L. 2o12

:::::::incoming transmission from H.A.L. 2o12; November 20, 2012 What is this, Summer's Lust? You have followed me down the trail to Winter, Where you will keep me warm On a given night

A night where you are lonely, Feeling the same as I did whenever I let you in. Blow you smoke into my mouth, O cousin of July.

You will make an American out of me, In no time. Squandered in my failed attempts, To maintain something that is already broken.

Postcards from H.A.L. 2o12

:::::::incoming transmission from H.A.L. 2o12; November 15, 2012 What to do. No denial. Tears that don't fall. Stale. Seemingly Godless. Lonely. Masochist. I loved him. I would have continued If it wouldn't have failed on its own. Lonely. Lonely. Alone. Aloneness.

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Postcards from H.A.L. 2o12

:::::::incoming transmission from H.A.L. 2o12; November 13, 2012 Abducted; this is how I find myself. My extraterrestrial invader has taken me to the furthest ring of Saturn. Here in his new ship--with the finest of equipment--he has stripped me from basic request, despite my original understanding.

What have I done? I asked for this. I used my powers to conjure this, and the might of those powers I did not understand.

Whenever you're like me you can fall for anything.

Postcards from H.A.L. 2o12

::::::::incoming transmission from H.A.L. 2o12; November 3, 2012

It's 3:07am; I'm awake with a visitor. I am to man a ship much larger than my own in the coming hours. It's strange where I find myself whenever I've been floating around up here.

I have no real purpose; I'm just observing.

It seems I've landed on the shores of Neptune. I saw picture of it in a magazine; it stuck my fancy, and I saw it as prime real estate for a personal holiday.

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;it's strange the people you meet here, the sound you hear & the sounds you make, but most of all--the people.

"Exiled," comes to mind.

We're all bound to Egypt, despite my German heritage. I'm native Pagan, and have never escaped the flags of Acadiana.

As if I had more today, there have been no transmissions, however, I have been listening to the memoirs of Mister Bird. He is a lovely bow glazed in rosin.

My invader on the other hand--this illegal alien--is not as soft as I would have imagined him to be. I would suppose someone would think that finding life out here would prompt more ferocity in these words, but the truth is that the life that has been discover has only been rediscovered by since a journey I took five years ago.

Nothing new to report.

Postcards from H.A.L. 2o12

::::::::incoming transmission from H.A.L. 2o12; November 1, 2012

Last night a transmission came in over my receiver. The same voice as last time. “It’s for the best we keep our distance, and for the rest of this I’ll keep it. Most of all, know I’m going to keep my armor on.” The tiny speaker popped and crackled as the message seemingly finished, and then it continued. “Boundaries–let’s build them, my own east and west. My own Berlin with a hope in the Fall I’m going to see that crumbling wall.” The words ended, and I sat in the silence of the controls: a hum and a metronomic blip. I continued to float in my native solar system until sleep came. The message was correct.

Postcards from H.A.L. 2o12

::::::::incoming transmission from H.A.L. 2o12; October 27, 2012 I'm hanging out on the deck of a ship. My ship. I've been locked from my own quarters, By an extra terrestrial that I met along the way.

On this night I may come to my senses about this squandering journey. Or I might just spin this wheel one more time. "If circles could get over themselves," A voice from the past passes through a tiny speaker mounted to my receiver.

"Yes. Come in!.;" I spoke through the glass. But my attempts were futile So I allowed my self to drift while I waited for the extra terrestrial to return.

UP late.

Once upon a time, I was able to sing songs that were true to my heart. I wonder now where those songs are now.

Those years in that solar systems.

I have three books that I want to read, but I wonder whenever I'll get around to it.

I'll be up for the rest of the night probably.

THE LGBT COMMUNITY IS SUCH A BULLY!

THE LGBT COMMUNITY IS SUCH A BULLY! They create their mantra to be that they were bullied and unaccepted by the rest of society; and go as far to make a public campaign speaking about how "it gets better". BUT whenever one business decides to speak against the HOMOSEXUAL POLITICAL AGENDA they BULLY them and lash out over the media to protest against what is one of the better corporations in the country because they worked their first amendment. To all the gays, lesbians, bisexuals, and transgendered who have stood for this, you should be a ashamed of your hypocritical actions. If I have never made it more clear than this, let it be known: I am ashamed that I have ever been associated with the LGBT community, and I DO NOT regret my choice to leave it.

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Furthermore, I'm disappointed in Chick-Fil-A for backing down from what they believe as a company. This was all wrong: Everybody knew that Chick-Fil-A was a Christian company, likewise, everyone knows how the Christians stand on the topic of homosexuality.

In my opinion this was a set up--which is something that is only performed by BULLIES.

Tonight

Tonight, I'm sitting in my automotive class at North Harris. I came into the computer lab to take an online quiz, and whenever I finished I found myself surfing the internet. I took today off of work as a way to unwind, but I think that unwinding take longer than what a day of oversleeping, grocery shoping, catching up on school, and an Amy Jo Johnson interview can provide. From here I could move into step two, but I guess I'm still not ready for that. That's the sad part of all of this: my delayed reaction to what I've already recognized is going on.