i was pulled into this dream by forces unknown and unseen. first, a sound like radio static, popping, crackling, hissing loudly in my head. a clear, neutral voice commanded me to let go of my fears and give in to the sensations. then i was falling backwards, through my bed, down a dark wormhole...like a mind control victim with "alice in wonderland" programming dissociating from the ungodly pain of an electroshock torture session delivered by the hands of the US government.
i arrived on the astral plane sitting indian-style next to e. on the floor of an unidentified dream-world venue. we were having a shared astral experience. i was lucid. i wasn't sure where we were or what was happening but somehow, i knew we had to head toward the stage, so we did. promptly, and almost unsurprisingly, an imposing and all-too-familiar figure emerged from the shadows, armed with his guitar. he pointed at us accusingly, making us both doubtlessly aware of just who was pulling the strings.
we knew we had been summoned, and what was to follow would absolutely blow my mind....
|jack 'o lanterns in d.c., a stark contrast to the pile of shit/used condom combo which decorated the darksided streets of asheville.|
15+ years of idolatry...let's face it, i'm not going anywhere, and never could. the music has been a part of me for too long. but now, somehow, this band is bringing me the same kind of joy that it did so many years ago, a feeling which i had already accepted might never return to my black heart.
TAGZ: CONFESSIIONS, A GUN TO MY HEAD, MURDER IN MY WORLD, DRINKING MERCURY, CORGASM: THE PROBLEM NO ONE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT, BLOOD SACRIFICE, CROOKED TEETH, YOU'RE ALL A PART OF ME NOW, MASONIC RITES, MACHINA 2: THE REALLY GUILTY PLEASURE, EMOTIONAL IMPRINT ATTACKS, PUMPKIN GANJA BUTTER BARS, WEAK LIMBS, FLOOD PANTS, THE SEX BOOK, STREAM-OF-CONSCIOUSNESS MUSIC ATTACKS, ASTRAL PLANES, FANCIER SPACE PEOPLE, BILLY CORGAN SINGS THE GREAT AMERICAN SONGBOOK STANDARDS, BRITNEY SPEARS FEATURING BILLY CORGAN: THE MYSTICAL DIMENSIONS TOUR 2012, NO HOBO