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DATE: Tuesday, September 20, 2022

TIME: Too early or too late?

LUNAR COORDINATES: 32.82° S, 8.88° W

WELCOME2HELL

You may say that I once had it all. Married, with two beautiful young souls, a partner…cats, dogs, etc. Everything except for the white picket fence.

I was there for the kids in the AM, PM and all the M’s in between. Sunday dinners. Family night playing board games. Someone to snuggle down with and keep warm as the night chased the residual heat away.

I was proud to be a family man.

I had told myself even if I had failed at everything else, as long as I was a great father then that was all that mattered.

I HAD IT ALL.

Now, my nights are accompanied by different…things.

Darkness. Despair. Desolation.

And that’s just the D’s.

We’re not even going to try to dive into any of the other 25 letters of the alphabet. Can’t take that right now.

My nights as of late consist of finding somewhere to chill for a few hours before finally being forced to go home. Alone. With numerous housing issues taking over.

And the clock ticking..

Not my happy place.

And I can’t stop that damn clock from ticking..

So Three, if your home is not your happy place…where could it be?

With my kids.

When I am with them, I come alive.

My beautiful kids.

When I am not with them I am a lost soul.

Wandering aimlessly stuck in purgatory and trying hard to figure out a way out of this story.

I can hear it.

The silence.

The lack of sound.

The lack of soul.

Alone I feel. Fuck it was my original appeal.

But We have to maintain control.

We have to save our souls.

Send out an S.O.S. if you will.

Three fast dots, followed by three dashes and then an additional three fast dots.

Keep it up until you get a response.

It is paramount.

We all may seem alone at times. As if no one else could relate.

What we need to remember is that we are never alone.

Someone is there waiting..

…and ready to help you out.

REMEMBER THAT

Ekahs yekahs…hcnarb evilO.

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Highly Suspect

So many thoughts transferred to the digital realm but never published. Never released from their barriers and posted to the world.

So many entries driven by inspiration and a sic dubstep mix with slow drops that not only captures your attention but sends you spiraling into an almost trance-like state of creativity.

My goodness, this shit definitely triggers some mental switch that once flipped on…releases a universe of possibilities.

A multi-verse..

If music is a universal language, then dubstep is humanity’s warcry.

Yours Truly.

Again…you can quote me on that. Oh wait…we did.

I can’t explain it. I just feel it. When listening to this type of music I can feel …energy surging through me. Inspiration immediately sets in and I’m hooked. I can’t explain it.

Posting, however, is another story entirely.

Let’s do a little research.

Pray tell, Dr. Watson.

It’s elementary, really. As LA Weekly so elegantly put it…dubstep makes us “loose our fucking minds”.

Like no joke.

Is it the bass? Or because its beat is fast-paced? As I try to keep this research to a bare minimum…the more I learn the more I get drawn in. Like I’m suffering from spaghettification as I reach Messier 87’s event horizon.

And no fork.

Only a spoon to be found. Slowly sliding into oblivion as we circle around and around.

As much as I try to escape, I find that I cannot leave. I find that I am in control as much as I am led to believe.

According to ProMusicianHub.com, a typical dubstep track contains a rhythm of 138 – 142 beats per minute. But Three..is it just dubstep that gets our hearts racing and sets our minds free?

No, random internet stranger. No, it is not.

Let’s explore..

For example, the song “A Lot” by 21 Savage has 146 beats per minute (bpm). Just heard it for the first time while doing research for this post and enjoyed it very much. The tempo kept me hooked, the lyrics got me thinking and I found myself paying closer attention to what he was saying.

Let’s change stations for a sec..

The song “The Kind Of Love We Make” by Luke Combs has a bpm of 102. While it’s tempo is a tad bit slower than “A Lot” it still captured my attention. However had to stop that song real quick as it triggered feelings of sadness.

Feelings and memories associated with my ex-wife. Don’t even get me started.

So here we are.

Analyzing why music gets my heart racing at 0310 hrs.

So we are here.

So are we here?

I don’t know…just wrote a lot of great stuff and for some reason it didn’t save. Lost it all. Gone into oblivion. Ate up by M87 and never to return again.

Pucking aggravating.

Which, after all of this brief research…leads me to the following question.

What de-motivates us?

Signing off.

Sometimes it’s hard to see through the storm. Whether it be a hurricane or even a mild drizzle, our vision can get clouded just the same. Then we find ourselves ramping up the wipers, turning on the foglights and looking for that yellow stripe on the side of the road to use as a guide. Hoping that you don’t hit an area that flooded over or you don’t end up hydroplaning off the side of the road. Stress level just increased one point writing this lol.

Where was I?

Sometimes the storm was so bad that I engaged the emergency blinkers, pulled over to the break lane and dared forward. Slowly. 10 and freaking 2. Yes, I’m that guy.

But you know what? I made it.

And so can you.

Not even sure atm where I’m going with this. Break time. Brb.

Turn the volume up just a tad. Close eyes and feel the energy from the dubstep you have piping through your speakers. Sorry Cable, dubstep will never die. Ever.

Ever.

And neither should your spirit. Your motivation. Your driving force that propels you through the space/time continuum. That speed force that is everywhere and everything. This is one gift that no one can take from you. All you have to do is figure out what motivates you. What gets that spark going. Is it the thought of your family? Your kids? Your career? It doesn’t even need to be that deep; your muse can take many forms.

Let’s get a little personal for a moment. Have you ever conversed with another and during that exchange something they said sparked your interest? Now that the kindle is burning and you’re steadily supplying that flame with a little oxygen you’re getting somewhere. You know you are supposed to be finishing those TCP reports before end of duty however you’re more focused on keeping that fire going. Feeding your curiosity with internet research, your medium ice coffee within reach and that little USB fan on full speed. And Cheetos.

It ain’t easy…

Need to check Waze again; we seem to have gone way off track.

Avoid toll roads.

Yes, avoid difficult intersections. .

Choose voice of Gideon…o…freaking…m…g. Yes. Yes.

Sorry, let me play around with this setting for a minute. Be back in a flash.

Just thought of something. What did one fruit say to another as it was being chased?

Wait for it.

Wait. . .

Ready?

Run, berry, RUN!!!!

My goodness, that’s going to cost me the two people that have actually started reading my rantings.

Let me try to regain some dignity.

Scrolling up to see what I was typing about. Oh, right. One post was on depression, another on dreams…shall we keep this linear in a sense? We’ve weathered the storm and are reducing our wipers to smedium. And thank goodness they’re not the type that cross together because that would consistently make me worried they’re going to crash into one another. Why? Why?

Let’s recap.

Driving when I’m actually typing about dealing with stress/depression/coping. Motivation, muse…how creativity blossoms when multiple minds merge into meaningful discussion. (Beat that Treach!!!)

It’s amazing how much music can influence your mind, spirit and motivation.

Truly the universal language.

Instead of sending Aricebo messages to global star cluster M13 we should be sending a digital mix-tape of Skrillex’s eses esess greatest hits. Anyone else agree?

Esessses.

May delete this post in near future. Essessesss.

Recently watched Deadpool 2 for first, second and third time. Not condoning or using it as an excuse but may explain the constant attempts at humor.

Whatever motivates you, get it. Make it happen. Don’t wait for someone to make it happen for you. You. Need. To. Make it happen.

Use that motivation to fuel your desire to improve your life. Use that drive to implement real-life actions that produce real-life rewards. No one’s going to wash those dishes for you. No one’s going to get that dream-house but you.

You have the power.

And remember, with great power comes great resposibility.

Use it wisely.

And Tobey totally clear (see what I did there?), it’s not going to be easy.

At all. But you’re a mean, green fighting machine. And you can shred through whatever obstacle unfortunately gets in your way. Just be cautious not to get a splinter through all of your shredding. Maybe wear gloves. And stay cool as ice. Maintain focus. And watch your six.