Wall Of Fizzles

 There are positive directions intact. 
Reveal all shades and Light too of the corridors of being,
Come to a rest to finally, again, re-energize, contemplate, recharge and propel.
Energized enough to re-establish helpful daily patterns and so on.

Character accentuation,
Uprises and trials,
Earnesty of Trepidation,
or experiments  of the Pattern of Being.

If an internal powerhouse of sober analysis persists,
one can represent the rises and folly of mankind,
while having a solid foundation.  
To tap into frequencies and find a persistent hope to strengthening
yet also warnings of mankind's downslopes towards more sinister paths.
There would be no censorship of such, in uplift, tall tale, strange folklore,
and different sound, vision and character exploration. 

I do not like the path of world possibility lately and feel it is of a damaged root or a kind of upheaval of which it knows not which it routes toward.

Also I have  some unsavory experiences of being censored mostly being through the plastic highways of socialmedia giants, which mapped tactics between shadowbanning and also claims against material and arts as made completely here from scratch.

Usually I use allegory or try at a poetic way to say anything rather than in-your-face political "do as I say" or "believe this" yet it seems that even liking enough posts or a single few, or questioning slightly the programmed narratives, today, loads one with being a threat of sorts. 
Well I'm honored then, if that is the case. 
Because I will always do my own thing, in my own direction, 
Yet have found folklore and that sort really embedded as a nerve and seed I enjoy.

I am going through old images lately and art and expressions and reposting them, for a mean while.
and had many eschewed humors of releasing final projects but may have gotten cold feet after A Leme Harot and the Chameleon Shelter projects which took huge amounts of work had sat dead, and releasing projects again seemed daunting, or more so as a 'why?' kind of thing if I'm the only one really going back through them. 

Well I had juggled scenarios and serious downturns in both self and home life,  let alone the being on a s hitlist for the corporate media overlords; i.e. 'liking' enough things if you simply wish to follow your mind and high-heart, will un-person you in this sort of new version of network television called the 'new internet.'
Many rogue sites should appear then I hope, of communities based on soul, experimentation, and straying from this cookie cutter sort of thing.  Myspacedays up to the beginning of life-lock or "facebook" becoming a thing were a ripe and beautiful time for this.

The Music-Industry, it is not your friend. Independent labels, and as down-to-the-dirty-grains of artstic freedom really are it.
I keep going back further in time for influences and fledging, meeting, with the present, well, I just want and enjoy older recordings. People seemed freer,
today's censorshit world is robbing humans from becoming crusty and rusted-strong.
Those two things arouse an In-Bloom cirvumventation. 

Who knows, I may have enough hornet's nests off my shoulder and an oomph to tie together some things and go through finding places, fair places, to distribute and post and not give up some hoping to sharing experiences, and characters, curiosities, and sometimes scary and horror-music-fable atmospheres of music and "ChaosLove," as well as intents of beauty and calm or some of the remedial formations of sound and image.
There are many Wake Up calls to be had, in any sector, for this
kind of new digital-corporate shoebox we seem to be directed into.
And I will always really do my own thing, whether pleasant to the pallete
or not, in creations, whether I'm the one there listening back to such or
if there are others on the ride as well.

Survival, Motorbikes, Hitting some Trails, laying out some real paths here for direction,
are what I have been focusing on.  Also, social media feels and seems very, very toxic to me,
since, about, all of 2020 up to now.  A human is challenged to represent their true self there and on such venues but there is so little of that, that it feels impossible for anyone to do such, really,
other than re-posting old things from some antique and historical perceptive, or those people sharing beautiful photography and lifestyles of the train-moniker world. Things that can't be pinned downed and assigned a representation of the personality, Where personality today, always, if True,
breaks a Rule in all these cults of Anti-Fun. You will be banned or ostrichized if you stray, in this new heirarchy. And straying or Roguing it Out are natural if you take growth seriously.

Here are these more recent videos again of anything I had worked on,
Above is Wall Of Fizzles. Not totally related to anything said here, but I had just scanned through some older releases in getting ideas to where to head along for the new ones.

And here is from 2009 
when maybe something jus sort of happened, around that time,
of feeling it, in sound. 

some things before that and much further back from that I had found and digitized. But right there could have been the place of finding one's voice of sound. I realize the less prettier or "on" that playing commences, the more I feel satisfied at least.  
Even so, it is possible the pursuit has only just begun.