Merried 34 year old Aspiring Rap artist music composer Beat maker And song writer 

▁ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █ If you are here please take note. These are my echoes - this project is one of my time capsules. Keep your lanterns lit. Forever yours


Thought criminal, poet psychohistorian & ecologist | 3rd generation hippy 2nd generation punk | ♬ 100%improvisation.

“Any fool can tell a crisis when it arrives. The real service to the state is to detect it in embryo.”
― Isaac Asimov, Foundation 


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I encourage my work to be downloaded, shared, edited, and included in other projects. All I ask is that I be given credit. Do what you like, most of this music is 100% FREE


|  A WORD ON HISTORY IN THE MAKING |
"As the times intensify, political polarization take the place of meaningful dialogue- it is becoming more and more clear to me that the complex problems of our age demand intersectional politics, compromise, and dialogue that gets beyond pigeon-holing, and name calling that only creates mere division.

I think that it is clear that no party, ideology, or movement has all the answers. Too many politically charged arguments end when the participants plant their heels, and take to hurling absolutes, and slinging mud.

What is needed is to address the tragic consequences of globalization on people and the environment - this cannot be the "free market" because that does not confront the problems, it merely permits them, nor ought a government control everything- states rights, social programs, and free expression must all co-mingle somehow, though still perhaps not at all. 

Much to our peril, there are indeed axioms that refuse to cooperate: I belong to some, and that is the living division. Perhaps our great lesson, as history reveals, that ideas are living things; they possess us, they linger, grow, change, and endure the times even though we are mortal, and temporally bound.

I speak now of war; of ideas. And in this battle, we see the deeper concepts tinkle in the murky depths of our humanity- the drumming grows stronger, our pulses quicken as we witness a cry for blood, for sacrifice, for sweat, and for tears.

As we step closer to the presidential elections here in our (my) country, as the wold is increasingly endangered by militarization, and entropy that will haunt us as the specter nourished on the fragrant, and dangerous notion of limitless expansion- there is emerging from its hidden conclaves, the vanguard, the defenders, and aggressors- summoning minds the world over to fight in this storm. 

Beneath all this turmoil (of which more will develop as a necessary consequence of the primordial struggle) our lives will be touched by the hue of dusk, as a shadow promises a night-marish sleep, just as the sun begins to freeze beneath an ideological winter.

Is this the beginning of a dark-age? If our affairs worsen enough, as they taunt, yes-and then what are we then? Are we individuals defined by our identities, will events of scale swallow us? Is there a middle road in these extreme times? Is there time still yet, to navigate the rough waters, made all the more rough, as this ancient boat we ride in (civilization itself) threatens to capsize, as the waves lick upwards; the depths of self-conflicted hatred, envy, and zealotry hungrily promise a chaotic embrace...

Do not mistake me, this is the crescendo that rages on within the hollow halls, in the plate glass towers, in the poverty of stricken streets- a clamor no amount of screens, and slick ads can suppress.
There is danger friends, and I worry...
That is all."

STORM RIℤING 5/9/2016

WAKE UP│✦ Life is an Inside Job
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posted below are is some artistic 
and intellectual contents that
i feel are worth more than sharing


--------------Terran Demonym--------------

Who funds the computer revolution?
Who runs the commissioned prosecution?
Who's theory can spin the evolution? Big brother intrusion, post human pollution
Transdimensional unconvensional revolution

The lack of mental involvement, the inherent conjecture
Curiosity rewired through ego, built into the consumer mind structure
A perpendicular detour through a parallelagram
A quadrangular virtual highway of media spam
Synaptic vertex rerouted to jam
So you reboot to the default subscription in the insurance plan

Loops in time, mind, space and geometry
Contradiction to symmetry, the torus of escapology
Double helix won't clone over your mutated mentality
Quantum cryptographical undead virus anomoly
Vaccine virus cells behaving like mercury
Transhumanist nano injections & cognitive imagery
We borrow to pay for our coffin, i'm coughin' ya killin me
Cheap government hand out oppression a form filled rebellion won't do it ya feelin' me

Retronymic neological Phase, spittin' the language like mimicing phrase
Marketing pays, so does a high tech wage
Military weaponary taking the centre stage
Electron microscopes, decoding the isotopes
Annihilating gravitons to make digital lycanthrope
Hubris eyes looking glass at the wrong end of a telescope
Part of an elite clique, but your cell wall's thick like an envelope

Spectrum analysis, from here to Alice's palaces
Don't make the mistake of thinking these people understand what malice is
Membrane prison net, neural pathway escape
But the route's blocked by a mindless corrupt police state
Cytoplasmic ions scatter in every direction
But the synthetic protection is susceptible to infection
Nucleotide lego to restructure immunity
Nuclear wide terror to mutate the community

I turn myself on with acids like a reptilian
Tho i don't drink afternoon tea in the pavillion
Fruit flies on the cake, eaten by mistake?
Home made life on mars in the equations of drake
The Empire's dream of tapping the inbetween
Turn themselves into Gods behind a smokey screen
Magically clean, come out looking just like new
But the reality is too obscene for the dream to come true
The nightmare grows, like a tree in your mind
Spreading like the systemic suffering in your lives
Government ruled? or Shadow puppets & uniforms
Disgraceful devils disguised as digital unicorns
Well i've seen the unicron, in the visions of Uberon
Volumes of text & digital code you can't get a unit on
I see beyond birth, looking at death
Spirit of breath, sight of the conscious unrest
All aspects of nothing & back round like a guest
Looped in a comfortable nest, of self analysis like a pest
Looking for the key that opens an empty chest
Carrots & sticks & tricks & black hearted pirates chess

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