Mind Bots

Like soldiers they rise together and fight one another in mortal combat. The colors are bright, the music loud. The strobes are operating in perfect synchronicity opening the doors of perception... letting in the light of the universal spectrum. All the cylinders are constantly firing as the combatants draw closer and closer, over and over again towards one another. Their hot guns ready to burst their death upon one another in a flash of golden/reddish glory while illuminating the spirits within one another to the afterglow of the renaissance to come that will be the end of everything as it has ever been known.

For a Time

We all take this ride for a time. For some of us, the ride is a short one. The loss takes your breath away. But each one of us continues to move forward in our own way. Some of us find solace in things others cannot see. Others among us find solace in what they can see: the flowers, the trees, the grass, the leaves. For this group, it is the simple things in life that bring the most pleasure. There is no feeling like being barefoot in the grass. The only thing better is being barefoot in the grass playing catch with your favorite person in the world while trying to avoid the bees. I would love to do this again one day... if only for a time.

Tom Petty - Learning To Fly

YES / RHYTHM OF LOVE

Motörhead - Orgasmatron Live

A Hundred Years Time

In a hundred years time I will not be here. You who is reading this will not be here. The both of us, me and you, will be sleeping in different places... maybe in different parts of the world. We will both be sleeping alone. It is only the spirit we have on the inside that will be living. That life will be in another place altogether different than what we were used to when we were alive. I suppose I will be harboring memories from this life. Maybe that's just what it is... maybe that is what this whole thing is about, the gathering of memories both good and bad. But what of the end one must wonder. What could be the ultimate reason for this gathering, so to speak, of memories? Surely there must be a reason. Maybe the reason is beyond what we are able to conceive at this time in our... humanity. In a hundred years time somebody will be looking back on blogs and vlogs and see the people of this time. They will see what we were like when all this began. In a hundred years time people will study what we put down here and they too will realize how similar we are to them... just as we do when we see film of people in 1918. I wonder what things will be like in a hundred years time....

Living Colour - Cult Of Personality