To live, and to die.

The only certain things: life, and death. Taxes are even questionable as they are a keystone of man’s social construction. It is not how you died that is of significance; but how you lived.

Living? What is this? Biologically… Your heart beats? This, is the central point of existence? Right? More about this later… This muscle has a whole system of organs dedicated to it’s survival. The equilibrium of human life is a see-saw, the pivot is a pump. The master then must be the brain. A mass the size of two clenched fists, shocking itself with new ideas and sensations.

– ^ that thought needs finishing.

I strive to be shocking, getting humans out of their comfort zone creates bonding, opportunity, and amenability (or retreat). Many tell me I’m over the top, I am overly crass or offensive. You must understand this is genuine, and tactful. We are stuck in this world full of PC - that is political correctness - and fuck that. That’s like sitting in a boat on its trailer and turning on the engine and expecting it to fly. That shit don’t work. Neither does PC!

Of note: Musical prowess is not in your lyrical genius, nor in your ability to dazzle an audience with your rifts. It’s seated in the guts of human experience.

Also… To bring this back to reality… Fuck, shit, damn, asshole, dickhead, and sir or madam. Fuck off. Naff, Sod, wtf? Furthermore. Hotdogs. Don’t understand? GOOD! (me either).