transparent limitations and angel in an animal

 


first a sardonic whiff:
I have to state it's sardonic because at times sometimes I feel some may read some of these silly put-ons which poke fun as media idol worship and think I am perhaps "off the cusp."
This new civilization seems as more uptight than any previous sort, despite the massive outright to information and data access.

Cellulite Areola and the Cosmic Muff perform the wondrously unstoppable music of such brainwashing chart toppers such as
"Netflix and chill, your attention  span stuck on my window sill,"
and
"There is chemical poisoning in our trash food, it really puts me in the mood (To shop for needless shit!)"
amongst other sensational ballads.
But before that we tune in to a Lome Marsupial original unto which there are other copies of out there somewhere, but only this one can be located at the moment. It's entitled "Angel In An Animal" and regards the animals around us as a bit suspicious of what human entities might be doing in not making the full use of their frontal love potential. 

 Well anyway. Tonight's 11PM feels closer to 2 or even 3 AM already.
I am concocting my own teas and paying attention to my own fascinations with musical instrument adjustments which also teeter into an area of over-worrying about if I am doing the right thing when switching out old plastic guitar bridge pins with bone material ones.  It seems I am always tinkering with those sorts of things nowadays but also I am finding that if anyone is going to do that, it's going to be me. as I had some things mangled before in the hands of others. If it is anything too serious in waters to tread then I might try to go to shops again.  ----

Oh forget that!
I realize that was kind of a rant. I thought it was informative and some splayling piece of information but I contend unto my own output in seeing that it was some form of a rant.

Well I uploaded some old  video and song called Transparent Limitations
here

 

 

which was from some thing called No World Order which I worked my butt off back then. Then a few years ago wasn't even so sure about and basically pulled its rug out from under itself deleting it and a few other releases.
But lately kind of grew to a peace with it again. And it was just some windows movie maker made project. using similar aspects of creating however I could much as I do today. mostly in echoes and no outsource of real feedback - which, again, I'm soley aware of.  but pretending to be naive about all that sort of thing might lead for some headway. as to ask "why are you still even doing any of this at all?"
 Well my soul feels happy when I craft and conduct and create. I could have turned political or stayed political and like made propaganda art selling out to the W.E.F. or something and several offshoots. Seen that happen for a few people but it like pushes hate and division (in the face and faculty of 'unity!') but deep down its under a contract where if you budge out or create the wrong way, or figure something out outside of the tight frame, then its funding-be-gone and so on.
and that No World Order thing was extremely political. Listening back to the sound samples of things regarding cheney and george w and all that going on at the time though. that dates a creation and really really dates a creation. Kind of like some of Ministry's albums, like Rio Grande Blood. some of the songs are amazing and really quite nice. but the political references kind of spews all onto living decades beyond.
Anyhow some of the songs really are just instrumentals or reaching and seeking and learning and trying for sound and writing.
even though I have no-- you know, people who go seeking out! my music or any of that,  I think I listened back finally to some of the things back then and the feeling or expression was actually there in ways that were better in some cases than even some of the recent things.  I have to be my own judge and critic also for stuff I do since others arent and don't so it's a tough balance game of interior and exterior. I don't know if I'm ostricized or what or the aims are too far out, sometimes if it sucks or is decent, or hits the mark and excels. But if the feeling of an intent is there, even if it wants to be naturey and soothing, atmospheric, or wild and eerie, all those things, I think there are some cases where success is found in that.
You can see or imagine the kind of purgatory one is placed in, then, you know, in worlds where people DO make things just for the sake of those  things being some 'hit' or whatever.  and stuff you know will just be some flavor that faded like there was 'crunk' music at one time. I think nu metal is kind of dated in that way, and so many other genres. Lots of what was on No World Order is likely similar, for the political "awareness" side of music.  Something rustic or ---- I mean bands like Art of Noise, or Prodigy, you know.. that's electronic stuff, but it isnt 'dated,' and is replayable for generations to come.  Just when something comes up and its more "lullaby-like" and rocky, and bluesy and eerie, or maybe pretty and simple--- that, lately, feels more real.
So thats why I just nixxed the hell out of some of those thing's I'd worked on.
Where is it all now for the reason of keeping-on with making things?  You cant help but doing it anyway.  My own town pretty much doesnt care if I fuck off or keep going on with it and I'm an antisocial type anyway but because I don't get like super chummy with them or whatever or sing the same mantras as them down to a tight 't' then, you can kind of gist to where I'm going with that.
I'm stuck doing my own thing, then, sort of 'forevermore, in all of those regards.
Im just rambling presently anyhow and needed a bit of a break from having that free time again to be editing.  feeling satisfied having done that. Not in a huge rush to a headache of setting things up right now for noise creations.  But feeling like doing some soundtrack type thing  again and some gentle music and atmospheric calming kinds of things just in a between for song writing. 
It clicked maybe 6 years ago or could that be 8, I don't know, but its that fables and that sort of thing in music really delivers to an inside matchmaking. Making people "awake!" and "aware" and "fighting the fight to wake!up!the!masses!" is really really wasted energy.   You'd think I'm crass as hell for some of the statements I'd put forward about having to be kind of a self-starter for any awakening process and I'd spent far too many moments of my life caring more about helping others out when not even putting myself first and that stung and gouged me up and put me into places of years gone by and opportunities completely freaking burned right thing.
that doesnt make one come out of it cold or passionateless or compassionateless or anything.  Just maybe a whole lot more guarded and calloused and well lived in certain faculties of anticipation and perception.
There's a certain kind of hypnotism that ebbs around the world and no sci fi horror or eerie feeling could really compare once you actually gist to seeing that and lock into the information of how deep that trance of "the current thing! and following it!" really is.  It's also like trying to shove your head into a bee hive.

Alas though. Why the fuck do I say alas!? well it seems fitting... but alas, with all of that, at least Im still doing what I wish to for whatever expression. Im not bound to talking point or this or that.  Though after the last handful of years am sort of scooping myself out from some vast and engulfing kind of demoralization offset that apparently shook the world and myself included into a freaking lull.

temperance and mercy procession

website editing designs. immensely happy and content with digital creation. Hopefully 'getting there' with the pursuit of matching ,in sound and image, the journey and connection to bringing a story of the dreamscape.

There's so much to add for image galleries and I have been years behind that. And years behind it with feasible reasons. As well as working on adding and updating and doing a whole lot. But not with the massive quantum leap of total constant work work and output work output work work work. Because I'd likely burn my sensory capabilities going constant and 24/7 with that. There's like a near-decade gap, though and hopefully some quality maturing that had occurred from since-to-present. And other writings and expressions also that capped out for really having been shared down to only so many years back.
I feel burnt out even now trying to keep up with what my intentions are for creative pursuits.
I'd like to go sit at a riverside somewhere and maybe sort things out. To have a long breath and deep thinking. It's between myself and nature and animals really, or some gleam of spirit that is not subservient to the posture of mankind and its folly, or civilization and its absolute mass imbalance. But between myself and nature and animals, and a connecting thread that may be a sort of energetic or electric sentience. Nothing I do creatively anymore, as I find a finally peaceful moment here without interruption or my energy sucked away by others dramas and distractions, and I'll continue: nothing I do creatively is for by any means presented toward or into the goals of connecting toward the human populace or collective. It really seems to me that the search for wisdom and truth and for self-balance and humility has parsed in such extreme ways that as far as civilization and culture and what we call humanity, that it is nearly irreparable.

If I can sit and calm myself, and life will bless me with some moments of !PEACE!, and I can go into my own moments, and stabilize into who it is that I Am, you know... then I could write something useful and helpful about that. And add it to the writing section which could be dusted off and updated.
If I can also be clear, and self-understanding enough about my place and presence for having this experience as a being on this planet, it really does seem to just be unto my own thing.. my own process and self-selective kind of participation where if I fully hone in onto my path's actual reason to be... it is very obvious that it is not for the many. and that even if I explained it in very tangible terms and with clear communication, the world is severely moreso hard pressed to be addicted to commotion and distraction, and to problem-think and to, well, glamour and being mesmerized.

What I produce or the intent of the expressions I try and be a medium for, when all serious about doing such, comes with the Rawness of something. And it is obviously too intense in the sensory aspects. Possibly overwhelming, evenso if the message and mode is complete with the conveyance and good intent of Truth.

 

spheres

 I havent axed this  blog to a hault yet. Im trying to transfer a lot of stuff just plain to the website.  Could use this a a news update option though. I think shunking everything over to wordpress is out of the equation because it'd take time I dont have. This blog is a dud though most posts get like 6 views tops so its not really merited to start working on any of the content or anything.
creatively I am just in the pursuit of creating a digital experience which I'd like to put onto some pages with photograph images and original audio and illustrations.

 

7

 

7

hecate - reupload

 

vid feb21 2021
song, a few years earlier
digital stuff
I'm a ghost/phantom on the interwebs, why the fuck write a description?
am uploading this solely to link to song webpage. transcodes way better than youtube. trying to dress and pretty up my webpages. having lots of fun doing design for that.
I'll probably die soon or some shit so I just want to be as creative as I possibly can and produce new output soon. But have to catch up releasing older things I'd been working on such as this. Thanks to my friends for turning your backs when things got hard in my life, you hippie 'spiritual' bullshitters. stick your neck out countless times for others then they leave you to rot pretty much. New York is salvageable at this point so praying and working my ass off to get somewhere more prone to daily productivity and a means of living. Absolutely headed into worse directions in this county/state, though. Watching it become a wasteland for walking zombies, and there is no brotherly or kinship connectivity between people, ideas or uplift. All I need is a place of actual peace to, I suppose, build up completely from. All on me to find that with blessings or help from no one else at all.

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mirrrored this onto another site and reuploading it to here. What a cold night! But I'm keeping warm enough and working on digital creations. Uploaded some of the older albums that I removed years ago via hastiness through self-judgement. Because I keep aiming for certain sounds. Having to realize you are to work with what you have to work with. Had done this song some years before the video was completed. Not sure if it's finished. or if anything is finished. It would take all the time in the world plus some, to some people, and so you just leave it as it is sometimes. The more I'm deemed to 'promote' stuff or share stuff and do this 'social network' thing I realize I'd just rather be away from people really or be a professional isolationist. I like doing things, making things and then releasing them. People network and all of that stuff. Instead I myself am just fussing with this Low-E string bright pin and wondering if I should take any more of the bone composite off the sides or if it fits well and snug enough already, and if 'increasing the taper height' is a good idea or not. It's more important to just try and save having to replace a guitar bridge pin than doing the whole social network create a persona thing and kiss mega butt or deal with a digital headchopperoffermachine by playfully razzing on something and having it being taken the wrong way. Well anyhow I would very much like to sort some more songs and be able to 'let them go' so as to not obsess more and more about the finished state. Mainly however I am in intense efforts to save up and leave this area. And to find a place or atmosphere or location to better work thoroughly and with peace and dedication alongside making a means of living of course if not doing it on mainly creations or creative work alone. I find it interesting to have a pursuit of anything under the headroom of a sort of societal collapse ongoing. I do suppose I am handling the circumstances around me, personally and on the world field, as best that I can. At the same time, catching a few breaks would be as lovely as anything imaginable.

 You start to see the issue that hylics are overtaking the world. And for proper nature and enhancement of beauty and development, you need people bountiful with soulfulness, and inherent with abundant spirit.
Hylic refers to the automoton.
The rote husk.

How bizarre it must seem to look around and to hesitantly notice, and then to take further note and to see it:
that these husks not only go about demanding others lives in their own crude visions, but they are programmed to be deceitful, selfish, arrogant and run as like androids hooked up to a receiving antennae, to live as  some may have been increasingly aware of seeing come as the new "normalized."

lel

 

Nature's Law

 

Should be best to survive yourselves out of the dark ages.
That is where the collective is, if you can focus and acknowledge.
It is why when you seek to embrace beauty and solidity, once,
there seems four more hands pulling you back.
Or when you wish to speak of anything with sense,
there are all the more organizations and their armies or "many,"
lecherous, to keep the offensive nature from being said.
What is so offensive?
Natural beauty,
Nature's Law,
Striving,
work ethic,
Accomplishment.
Such Naughty Words when in the age of unenlightenment.
But in a world of balance and prosperity and uprightedness,
those are endeared qualities.

How much do you have to break through and fight through,
for sensible functions of thought to be found again?

Those who are funded to constantly invert nature,
while plying in words like 'Progress,'
'empowerment,' etc. and sucking more money away,
doing nothing, those are called bullshit artists.

I'd ask, world, what do you want to be?

The World

 

What if the Euros learned Magic again
and saved their own asses?
And produced a power of inner light?
to live beyond fear and be strong, with love and might
#photography #freespirit #freedom #innerlight #risen #photography #arts #blackandwhitephotography #censoredartist #hiking #journey #strength #arts #expression

rumble sample of chameleon shelter

 

   

yeahcheck it out, even the audio encodes much much better on rumble. It gets so gnarred down and depleted of audio detail on youtube. Maybe we can all say bye to youtube soon?
not to beat that dead horse of complaining yet-still but its been a real hellstrom being so censored,  generally, on the 'main media' sites.  these other platforms, some of them, actually deliver really good quality for the source file.
Of course straight .WAV source or the original audio file beats any of them. spotify is kind of mehh with quality, also. That being said some of what I'd done is hit or miss with what I had to work with.

here's chameleon shelter disc 4 uploaded in some better representation. 
disc 5 has 5 views for over a decade of being hosted, so either I blow at what I do, I am not promoting it the right way, or I am so algorithmically suppressed on that site that even my attempt and intent to create some  new kinds of audio experiences ain't the breadth compared to the zombie clone "bitches, drugs, money!' topical musical barf.

well someday I can share what I was getting at, with some of these projects. as mayhemic as they appear.. there's subtletites and some pretty stuff within. I never even had much peace of time available to make THOSE! now I have little peace at all, ever, day to day in life. but still want to make, create and perhaps tops some of these creations.   nobody really cares, hardly much, to be honest, where I could get a place of reception to afford onwardness with this. So boo hoo to that.  but Im not from this timeline for better or worse. 
anyhow re-listening to this disc and trying to feel what it was I was aiming for with it. 
I get jabbed at by some of the local musicians too and all that shit for not playing "the right way" but they can be shitty, spoiled snobs. This is for outcasts anyhow. Not the parasites that took over what is a person's soul trying to say something even with all fucking odds against them. 

paige's dragonfly on rumble.com

 

hi, I didn't realize rumble was so much better at video quality encoding.
Looks like I may opt to move my visual creations over to that website as opposed to youtube. Finally able to feel like the clarity comes across as it was intended here, and never really met that assessment with youtube. Even though this video is already ever so old I felt like I wished more would see it in its clearer framing. 

 Why can people be cruel
and heartless and soulless and vile
Never forgive the 'woke.'
they want you replaced, dumbed down and dead.

It's kind of interesting how everything the experts claim has to do with taking away our food supplies and energy sources. I wonder if there's a pattern.

 This song is great
Soul love and aspiration really  is something else.
Ithaca NY is a soulless vile shitstain filled with evil, corrupt pieces of total trash

 klank, klank.
Anyway I'm getting to enjoy creating graphics again and mostly design work. Sort of letting it fulfill while just being the medium of creating, which is a lot of stress off of one's back.  

https://www.lomemarsupial.com/realm/realm.html

also

https://www.lomemarsupial.com/photo/albums/gold_solve_chrysalis.html

and 
https://www.lomemarsupial.com/photo/albums/earthly_rose_blood_silk.html
are examples for feeling at home and content where the principle of design creation feels right and nothing needs to be changed really.

the page  in image attached above is an example but just with some icons and the header logo.  I'm getting alright with that and most importantly just having fun doing images and pieces. Not overthinking, or using total 4X4 or 8X10/12 reliance on full frames. I think having the space of cutouts and hovering backdrops makes it a little easier to put shapes together with less reliance of taking care of every bit of frame needing to be filled up.

am multi tasking now and have to get back to what I was doing. Rebuilding energy and commitments lately

 2022 was fucken shit, and so thank God and I'm glad that's out of here!
It was launched off and away to some distance molten sphere far hotter than our wincing Sun.

It's 2023 and I feel better already!

and 2023 will be an extremely interesting and exciting year (for all of  humanity.)
(nobody will admit it though even when it happens all around them and before their very eyes.)

have added a lot of graphic re-designs on the main site and enjoying the re-emergence of milder days out in the land of the real outdoors.  soppy grey melted slushiness has been appealing after the quick pass of ultra chills.

will be publishing some reviews comparing Campbells Chicken Pub Pot Pie soup to Progresso's Basil Tomato Soup with some exciting anecdotes and a real tale of suspense final verdict on which one truly is the victor.

Also I think considering getting a used woolen blanket might pay off better than a newly bought wool blanket. Given you wash it a great number of times before ever using it. For once: A pre owned one will unravel and clump less going through a cycle, and is more affordable.  Unless, nixxing both options, you just find some huddle of sheep and sleep close and in the center.

 There are no local news reports.   I have been paying attention to humidity levels, just on the chance of wondering  about string buzzing and the freak turnarounds of highs and lows weather-wise.  because I traded out an old reso-backout for a spruce top which is a really wonderful yet extremely budget instrument. prolly best to keep those instruments unknown and untalked about so the prices don't get jacked up.  but they play sweet and there's no excuse to ever get an expensive priced guitar again.  have been playing with cutting out and placing new pick guards on.  
This blog is a dredge and  word soup. I'm not offended or flickered or bothered or bugged by it in any way, its okay.  
I'm just sitting aback and penning down mentally humanity's sort of mass deluge which is weird, and freaky freaky.  But its just another ride in the machine.   
The water comes into the coast and there's some goodness and fine walks, and flashes of lightning flickering to show glimpses of a minimal vantage to a bigger picture.
I like song writing and folk lore. And don't want to be a public person very much it does turn out.
Regurgitating what you come to see and know and learn back out into the rest of the public isn't something of a well mannered or very accepted ideal with the Dogma spin cycle so very tightly whirling. The Truth is Trouble on a social collective level. But internally and without haste it is a welcoming and gentle and often comedic kind of refreshing process.  
It takes jesters and figureheads and brainwashing aficionados to instill new rhythms and currents into the public mind and that's a real stoop with a huge chasm between the last step and the sidewalk.