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I got a hit from Nepal. I was just discussing Nepal, or name-dropped it randomly somewhere. I love irony. Kudos for creating an awesome coincidence, Nepal reader!
New songs, new songs, new songs! Terrific new shit, at the expense of sounding like an egotist. Nothing wrong with being proud of one's work, especially if it makes previously accomplished works look like dog-shit. Which these new songs do. My old stuff not only fucking pales in comparison to the re-edits and completely new pieces I've published, they almost disintegrate entirely. So check them out. Deleted Hammer and Nail. Gonna do something entirely different with that. (Cough, video game! Cough) And besides, that intro was crap. Re-edited a bunch of old tunes that weren't quite what I wanted them to be (Read down for an entire list of newly edited and republished material), and made them better, so check them out too. Also, going to be replacing early chapters in Tainted, and will eventually rewrite the whole thing into the epic of comedy, tragedy and honor it deserves to be. Keep your eyes out for that, new readers and old compadres alike. On that note, if any of my old readers are still on here or still wander back here for a look at my shit every once in a while, don't be a stranger! You'll probably like the new stuff more than I do, and I could definitely use some insight on it.
Rage of the Ritalin'd
So I'm back, after a long hiatus and a gigantic wad of bullshit which I'm not even going to get into. There would be at least a thousand paragraphs and I would be sitting in front of this computer for centuries. Let's just say, even though shit is more fucked up than it's ever been in my life, it's actually better at the same time. I've seen the truth, and I have purpose. No, I'm not suddenly religious. I have not found Jesus. (He was hiding?) I just have seen through many of this world's facades and illusions, and I'm sure that will reflect in my new material. Ritalin, for one. The drug I was submitted to for at least five years without even being properly tested for it. Turns out, all my insecurities, including the relationship failures and social withdrawal which spawned many of my darker songs, was caused by Ritalin. It's got like, seventy some-odd side effects, and I've got like, 60. No shit. Also ends up I may have been being slipped these pills by someone very close to me, and it may have been occuring for a large portion of my life. I can barely remember things, can barely think straight, and can barely communicate with people. Just a handful of the pill's sick side effects.
So whats my purpose, you ask?
Revolution. Redemption. Revenge. And not through violence or bitching and moaning. Through my music. Through my words. Millions of children are subjected to Ritalin every day. It was 2.5 Mil in 1998. Who knows what the number is now. All supposedly to treat ADHD, a 'disorder' which is nowhere near as destructive or inhibitive to learning and growth as Ritalin. I put disorder in quotations because there is also no proof ADHD is even a disorder. I think it's just a personality that the system has trouble containing. They claim ADHD is a biological disorder based on some brain scans that were proven inconclusive but that ADHD/Ritalin advocates go by like a Bible. I believe this is not medication. I think it's cerebral genocide. Did you know what trait almost every child diagnosed as ADHD shares? Early signs of rebellious or humanitarian behavior.
I'm not making this up folks. I think it's a conspiracy. Yeah, I can hear the scoffs already, but look at the facts. Our governments are growing increasingly more corrupt. Pushing war and apathy like drugs on our world. Look at all the fucked up things that have happened, fucked up things where the government's explanation doesn't match up with the physical evidence. JFK. RFK. 9/11. Weapons of mass destruction in the Middle East. So what, they can't have nukes, but America can have like, four thousand? Look what happens to men of peace who speak out. John Lennon. Dead. Bob Dylan. Motorcycle accident, stops writing protest songs. Now they don't have to kill or threaten the rebels. They just poison them with Methylphenidate. Aka Ritalin. Woah, is that Meth in it's scientific name? Yep. Because Ritalin is in the same class of drug as methamphetamine and cocaine, and even shares the effects and addiction levels of them.
No. Fucking. Shit.
That's what we're being put on as children. For daydreaming in class, fidgeting or disagreeing with teachers, tapping pencils, not wanting to sit still or be fed the bullshit of standardized education. Fucking Meth's evil mind-destroying brother. Did you know that the institution to this day has done no testing on the long term effects of Ritalin on the human brain? All stimulant medication, which is what Ritalin is, can fry brain receptors. That is a fact. What hasn't been researched, what the government doesn't WANT to research, is whether or not the damage caused by Ritalin can ever be undone. Whether the effects are permanent or not. It's time to speak out. When good says nothing, evil's won. And I intend to scream my head off. I hope you guys wanna do the same.
Fight the power. The alternative is dying a slave.
Stuff which will appear in the future.
Torment - Azrael Templeton is an author who has just created his masterpiece : A supernatural thriller about an interdimensional, mind-controlling demon who attacks the minds of thousands in the shadows. However, so immersed is he in the mind of his character, that it begins to possess him. A split personality is born, one that dons the namesake and persona of his infamous antagonist. As those he love are targetted and mentally torn apart by the demon personality, Azrael fights for the surface of his mind, and his talents as a writer, allowing him to empathize and understand his characters, may be his only weapon.
Long Division - A protestor is locked up inside his mind and given hundreds of split personalities by the government he protests against. Personalities that actively steal his personality, life, and every woman that his heart has ever beat for. Can he make it to the surface of his mind and bring the government that persecuted him to justice? There's only... 1000 split personalities to cut through.
The Compass Wars - Predating the events of Time's Decay/Pages of Nightmare, the continent is plunged into War by the discrimination and hatred of the Dragon King Krimsoth, who in the midst of the chaos, sires a child. A child he orders killed for it's deformity. A deformity which gives the hatchling the wings, body and head of a dragon, and the body of a man. The Dragon Queen Desola, instead of tossing the child from the cliffs of Krimsoth's Peak, takes it to be raised by the Archimage Umbrin, resulting in her death at the hands of Krimsoth. The hatchling, Otharg, dedicates his life to ending the tyrannical reign of his father, and the uniting of the people's of Terras, training his body and mind for a final confrontation with the Dragon King.
ABSOLUTE ZERO : Enter Lyle Dealy, underachieving stoner, (At least, he's an underachiever in the eyes of those damn non-stoners) and all around chilled out dude. After an epic confrontation with his schools principal, resulting in his dropping-out, Lyle's up shit creek without a paddle. Until his Uncle gets him a job at a Toronto research laboratory, run by one Paul Cutler, as the janitor. Lyle's content with his job, if not his boss Cutler, a pompous pony-tailed nerd who has been working on the theory that both light and darkness are actually forms of matter that can be harnessed in much more intricate ways than solar-power. The two bicker back and forth, one believing in the powers of nature, spirituality and happiness, the other in science, processes and technological process. Eventually, their confrontations explode as Lyle outdebates Cutler in front of several other important scientists. Enraged and humiliated at an intellectual defeat at the hands of a stoner, Cutler, using his newest device, the Umberator (A cannon which breaks down inanimate objects into Shadowmatter, with the intent to eventually cause humans to be able to travel through darkness) Cutler attempts to murder Lyle by dissolving his particles, believing that since all the inanimate test subjects beforehand could not be reassembled, the same would apply to a human. However, since Lyle has a higher conciousness than say, an office chair, he is able to reassemble himself after Cutler leaves him for dead, and is now ingrained with the ability to dissolve into shadows at will. What would any self-respecting stoner do when given such abilities? Become a superhero.
Currently Untitled (Suggestions?) - An activist is targeted by the government for his protests, and has dodged several assassination attempts and is impossible to discredit. Finally, he is busted for a minor marijuana charge and imprisoned for a week, yet, due to a processing "error", he is sent to maximum security, where several inmates have been paid to murder him. So, despite his short sentence, his fellow hippies and protestors must devise a scheme to break him out of Kingston Penitentiary before he expires, getting high, uncovering conspiracies, and outsmarting prison guards, bureaucrats and corrupt special agents along the way.
Pocahantas, A Modern Reimagining - The citizens of an Ontario Indian Reservation decide to go back to their roots, cutting off from the rest of society and choosing again to live off the land and reverting back to their old traditions. The federal government, however, is not pleased with this decision, as it might inspire other tribes and reservations to follow suit. They send in Agent John Smith, posing as a white man who wants to live their lifestyle, to sabotage their efforts. However, he finds himself falling in love, not only with their pure and natural lifestyle, but with the chief's daughter. Eventually, he severs ties with his organization, confessing to the people his governments plans, and makes himself and the reservation a target.
Alternate - A story of the strangest sleeping disorder known not only to man, but to any being who dwells within the unlimited spider-web strands of our universe. Our hero wakes up every day to find himself in a different dimension. No home, no real identity. No time to recollect. No sense of belonging. Every day a dream or a nightmare. What will tomorrow hold? He doesn't know. But he'll be ready. He fucking has to be.
HOT OFF THE BRAIN-PRESS
This is the new shit.
A Blank Slate : A song written for the hope of one day achieving the title.
Materialism - Call me pompous, but this is the anthem of our generation. You'll wanna read this one if you question the way things are, or even if you don't. Might open your fucking eyes if you're one of the latter.
3 Days (Don't Just Hear It)- A song to my one that got away. Fuck you, Ritalin, and everyone who condones giving it to children. Shit fries brain cells and induces social withdrawal and inhibition of self-expression that ruins a child's social life for years to come. Not to mention their relationships. I wish I could've been more for you, girl who shalt remain nameless for lack of wanting to be like a stalker, and I maybe I am in another world. One without Ritalin.
Conspiracy of Ignorance : My tribute to John Lennon, and every man and woman of peace who suffered the fate of death for their belief in good.
Saviors and Slaves : About the lack of people willing to stand up for truth and justice anymore. Everyone's content to be slaves to the vampires and demons of our governments and keep our mouths shut. Well not this guy.
TRUTH : Are you ready for some mEtAl? Here you are. A song whose lyrics are written like a letter to the dearly departed truth which seems vanished in these modern days. Of all my new songs, this is one of the ones I'm most proud of, being simultaneously powerful, politically relevant, technically sound, audible in my head, and straight from my heart. I hope you love this one as much as I do, because in my books, it's some surrious kick-ass.
slip : A song about watching the good, the just and the beautiful slip away. I thought I already had this published on here, but I guess not. Check it oot, mawfukz.
Submit or Eat Shit : Rage of the nonconformist. Some of my anger at the state of the world and the institution vented. There's gonna be more like this one, revolution-junkies. Lots more, so get ready for one fuck of a resistance trip.
Lyrical Self Portrait : A softer more forlorn song. Still gonna do those, because no matter how angry and empowered I am, there's still times when the regret sinks it's claws in me and the sorrow beats out everything else. But just because they're reflections of my own angst doesn't make them any less relevant, relatable or good. Hope you guys like it.
Going to be going through and adding new songs, as well as revamping old ones which I've since rewritten to make ten times as good as they were before. I'll keep a detailed list of the updates here, and list new stuff as well. Might even go as far to delete some old stuff that in all honesty is just crap, because there's a few that are that and nothing but.
shadows on the pavement : Previously "Liquid Shadows" made some of the rhyming more intricate, beefed up some words, and obviously, changed the title. Shit flows better now, and gives a better picture of what the song was supposed to convey. Definitely worth a read in it's new form.
The Snowman's Lament : One of the best songs I've ever written just got better. Extended, edited, and perfected in my opinion. Can even hear the fucker in my head, so right on. Check it out if you read it before or are new to my works, because it's worth the read. Might even sing it on request, I'm just in that kinda mood. Radical huh? I'm simultaneously pissed off and happier than I've been in a while.
I could not claim to support the causes I do if I did not devote as much space and words as possible to those who deserve it most. The fallen heroes. Every voice who has been silenced by the corrupt. The men and women of peace and freedom who met with a bullet, insanity or imprisonment instead of the realization of their dreams. Their numbers are countless, and perhaps we will never know all their names, or all their stories, but they exist. The government is capable of sick fucking things. Ritalin is the proof of that. If they will force-feed legions of children mind-destroying drugs, what's blowing up a couple towers? What's programming innocent people to murder and do things they would never have done? What's starting wars not to find weapons of mass destruction, but to control oil and stomp out countries of opposing political and religious beliefs? What's assassinating people? Nothing. Not to those who run our world and favor the dollar and robotic order over the heart and soul. So we must remember, that despite our own suffering, there are those who have payed a greater price. Not just soldiers, but those who were silenced in our own backyards. They are those who breathe no more, think no more, and love no more, all so a corrupted system can maintain it's own sick, obese existence. May they have found beautiful worlds beyond this one. And though many have died in obscurity, may we remember that they have died, even if we never know their names or faces. Let us remember the freedom they died for, and allow their concept to live forever.
"Freedom is the ability to say that two plus two equals four." - George Orwell, '1984'.
"It is better to suffer and die for what is right than to live contentedly for what is wrong."
"If this world does not torture you, you're not brave enough."
"Without hatred of evil, there can be no love of good."
"The truth is indestructable. It's speakers may be killed or driven insane. It may be distorted by lies and misdirection. Stupid people may deny it. But never is it removed."
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