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Thursday the 13th

Today, the day that my head passes out from the metaphorical womb where my mind has been kept under glass for years, and my first gig is played. However, when distance of mind and focus come under the pressure of time constraint you realize the order of the bands aren’t at all to your liking. My partner and I were on stage last of three other very interesting bands, I was slightly tipsy though not enough to really make me less then an asshole, and suddenly in the middle of most of the songs the brain fart attacked with an uncalled for swiftness. The dwindling masses clung to the creations of the one called PwnE, he who stays golden somehow, but not all the songs were lost to me. ‘the Emperor’ and I suppose ‘May Be Torture’ were still functional if clunky to play. I didn’t even make myself completely aware of the playlist, and stood there gazing at my shoes for most of the performance, wishing by the end that I would have left PwnE to his own devices. I was so struck by disappointment that I just wanted to make things as though I had not even been there. My love was there to support and comfort, but I was inconsolable until the X kicked in. After the “show”, we all hopped over to the rave night at a local club, and I bought some pills before the night was out. Took one right away, and still I sit Here awake and breathing. My acoustic bass sounded like shite because I had no sound check unlike the previous groups on stage. So what will become of Livid Archaic now? I wonder.

Thanks, khet.