winter hat in storage

Wasn't heartless seven years ago
painted into a position that trailed ever-since

Had to see, someone passed away then
& you said those words werent said right enough
& i cant shape when plied-to
Or come up quick enough from
the drums of the predictable or a slight of space.

you threw hypoheticals of the scarring kind
Onto an impressionable mind

Her Wings Home in the Empty Sky

This blogger is an antique now. This is a way of dusting it off. I am not considered an antique yet!! There is still 400 more years to go for that.

Trying to catch up with past recordings and re-spruce the image-additive  to lots of them.
Another grab+go setup though. To have people and sets and I could come up with scripts, and record things then! Well that would be...
but this was with footage-snabbing.  An Electric Lines song.

Amp showed up in the mail. But it was either damaged or---just bad quality?? I don't know. It should have sounded crystal clear. No to that!
Oh well. Studio sound someday. In the next few months if I can pull that off, who knows. Lots and lots of sound-atmospheres of 'feelings' that would like to've be gotten at.
Just have the feeling in mind and construct it from that basis.
You find out what you are doing after it is completed, that way, most of the time.

Its been all these years and I just started even figuring to florp around with buffer settings and changing those things.
Audio interface, soon?  I think I can run an amp through an interface.
Or playing feathers and rulers against flower pots and dutch shoes.


2019: The year there is a faculty to move through the previous galactic uproars and upheavel and put wings onto the ways which  we face planetary and consciousness change-agents. 
I'm tired, it's 5am, that probably didn't come out too smooth, but you know what I mean.