emotional, broken beats, retro drum loops, warm analog synths, vaporwave-inspired trip-hop, warm.

[Verse]
Static glow in a midnight haze
Flashing signs
The city's maze
Echoes hum
A broken chord
Time is slipping
Can't afford

[Prechorus]
Neon whispers
Soft and thin
Where do I end
Where do I begin

[Chorus]
Dream in the wires
Lost in the stream
Caught in the glitch of a pixel dream
Falling
Flying
Nothing is real
Neon reverie
Tell me how to feel

[Verse 2]
Tangled cables
Frayed and torn
Future's shadow
The past reborn
Every step
A fractured scene
Walking through a technicolor dream

[Bridge]
Flicker flicker
Heartbeat stutters
Shattered glass
The skyline mutters
Morphing
Melting
Breaking free
A burst of light
A memory

[Chorus]
Dream in the wires
Lost in the stream
Caught in the glitch of a pixel dream
Falling
Flying
Nothing is real
Neon reverie
Tell me how to feel

Neon Reverie

The Silver Lining

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A Walk 2 Hell

Over 10 years, and I can't remember how I was before
So much has changed since I let you through that door
We've seen heaven and hell, and everything in between
Crashed a car, every bar, and every poser scene
Faced death, made life, and watched it flourish
Stuck together on a promise and little other assurance
Hope, love, pain and strife scattered through every precious moment
Put all the questions to end and leave only these statements

When I'm lonely, you always find me
When I'm angry, your words guide me
When I'm falling, you always catch me
When I'm flying, it's cause you lift me

It's cause you lift me.

When I'm lonely, you always find me
When I'm angry, your words guide me
When I'm falling, you always catch me
When I'm flying, it's cause you lift me

It's Cause You

This is a letter I sent to the Chief of Police in Portland Oregon a couple of weeks ago. I was horrified by images of the police beating civilians in my old city. Now the Feds are there violating all of the tenents of civil society. Kidnapping innocent people under cover of night. What's next? How is this battle won?

"I will not start this email with the customary honorific. The words you deserve to be called are not polite.

I was a resident of Portland for 10 years. I will return next year. I owned property there and will again and I am a small business owner. 

I am a 43-year-old white male. The system you protect serves me well, and yet I find that system vile and unfair. Your day to day actions are unjustifiable, doubly so as you and your ilk instigate violence on citizens exhibiting their constitutional right to assembly. You are the strong arm of fascism, evil, and tyranny. The kids out there protesting you are heroes. History will not look kindly on you.

In my ten years in PDX, I dealt with the police only once or twice. One instance when I did was horrific, and a testimony to how tone-deaf and heartless your institution is. I am a recovering alcoholic. In the middle of a divorce and as sad and drunk as a man can be, I called the suicide hotline on myself, outside a bar on Hawthorne. A member of your force was alerted. I was picked up. In obvious need of mental healthcare. A hospital bed. Kind words. I was instead brought to the drunk tank, locked in a tiny cell with only a floor and toilet, and made to suffer in isolation for 12 hours. It only exacerbated the situation at hand. All I had done was ask for help, and your officer was as callous as one could be in that situation. I had health insurance. There was no reason for the way it was handled. No help was proffered, only harm.

With my privileges and advantages in life, I made it through that period, stronger, sober, and resolved.  Most don't have my privilege, and I can only imagine how you treat them and how they'd fare after a few similar run-ins. The stats are clear on that, actually.

You have made an enemy of me, and millions more of me. Our society will change and the belief systems that justify your behavior will be forced into the dust bin of history. And ironically it will be accomplished at the hands of the effete long-haired weirdos, the social outcasts, the working poor, and the mentally ill. You know these people well. You tyrannize them every day. Seemingly weak, when faced by a militarized police force and a baton against the head, they are all far braver and nobler than you and the members your force will ever be. They are the people that songs will be written about. You are the boogeyman in the night, always forgotten by history. 

You all appear the same, with no names, no faces. Your visage is a symbol of evil. You've betrayed the good that resides in all humans and have embraced evil instead, thinking that as an instrument of power you yourself have power. But those that really have power care as much for you as they care about the protestors. You are a pawn.     
 
Bob Marley said, "I feel like bombing a church, now that I know that the preacher is lying". The preacher has been lying for a long time, and the church is burning. Let it burn. The world born of the ashes will be better."

Fascist, Authoritarian, Racist, Moron Cops Need To Fucking Take Hallucinogens Right Fucking Now.

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