AssassiNATION
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘Ratta-tat-tat of machine gun fire
breaking it all down for one earnest desire
soldiers ‘kill or be killed’ while generals retire
then burn all the bodies in one big pyre…”
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Alchemical Manipulation
I feel like some sort of wizard with my new gizmo, energyxt…
A thumb drive with sequencing software and enough free space to save hours of music, drums samples, and hopefully more instrument patches….
I’m giving serious thought to setting aside the hard rock/metal genre for this… It’s easy as hell to write, just point and click, drag and drop….
I must say though, once I have a real handle on the software, I’ll be using it to create sonic backdrops to live guitar and bass. The wonderful thing is the ability to sequence beats then copy/paste them as needed… No more dealing with subpar acoustic drum recordings and the fact that the beats I hear in my head I lack the ability to play live. I never said I was a drummer damnit, and drummers around here all suck for one …
Adam’s Rib
original songcraft by C.Michael Keaton
excerpt; ‘Eden’s end with manufractured missile precision
the bargaining for earthly destruction
a caption in time, a particle, a bubble
created without rhyme or reason…’
a challenge failed?…
out of Context;
‘this has been a learning experience for me, and I hope you stick with me through my phases of writing…’
Another 13th Friday.
…see the black and the white as separate, but they are both one and the same in this grey area. the aliens are we, my friends, within our mind’s eye lies the cosmic landscape. either we can blind ourselves to the magical or not, but even that is only a partial truth…
the altered ego.
out of Context;
‘…whether the entity could be called a devil remains to be seen as it seems to me to be anything but be able to be labeled so easily, and negative energy is only a means to make the ensnared less wanting to escape the familiarity of the doomed outlook…’
love (the many splendored thing)
the animated forms play upon the creative urge, the particle world grows larger, and though squeezed together, the resistance relies too much on the degree of the habitual.
a thoughtless repose?
the crawling understanding of feeling undermined by the ego of your friendly allies, and taking the time to make that movement deeper into your skin.
Epoch Eclipse Drone
out of Context;
‘Maybe this is all some Aryan virus to destroy us all, leaving white power to still fuck-up their own lives, and one day dying from too much incest…Maybe that is what justice would look like if it were real…The epoch opens and closes like a spastic sphincter out of the bowels into reality…’
