apologies

Well, sorry for the false announcement. Unfortunately my life fell apart before I could write anything.

That's really all I have to say about that... This is  a bit public for me to spout endless emotions and I already did that anyway.

Whatever.

Kunek is now known as Other Lives, fyi.

And so the story goes

So I figured a few days off from blogging would be good. Oh well. Anyway, I'm back and will be implementing a few changes. One will be that I will be writing short stories on the blog now, not every post but as often as I can. They won't be long stories necessarily, but they may be. I really do not know the length of my ambition.

So I will begin my first story post now, but I do not know when it be posted. Sometime tonight or tomorrow morning. We'll see what it turns into.

Juno-106

One good thing, one bad thing. Good thing is that I am now the proud owner of a Roland Juno-106 Polyphonic Analog Synthesizer. That is very very awesome, yet on the other hand the bad news is that I seem to have a new, extremely capable ability of fucking my life up.

Why has this ability risen from the depths of my dark interior and surface now, of all points in time? I dunno... Maybe I should just go back to my synthesizer.

On demand?

I've been meaning to write a new blog for a few days. This one is a bit different, maybe it will be forced, maybe it will be spastic... Who knows? Not me. It's fun to think about how nobody really knows because this post isn't even published yet.  A lot of times I write these posts to help me out, but from the perspective of somebody else reading them later. If they're for me, than why? Because they're really not for me. Maybe I'm writing this shit for somebody to not repeat the same mistakes that I made, or to not go through the same mental Olympics as me. Seems a bit obvious now that I think about it... It doesn't really matter anyway, cause only four or so people read this...

What is it about Wilco that makes them so great? They aren't psychedelic, they aren't stoner-ish, they aren't alcohol-oriented, and they aren't particularly original, yet their music is so endearing and so emotionally touching that you can't ignore Jeff Tweedy's brilliance. Depends on the album I suppose.

About this 2008 South Ossetian War... all I have to say is that you should look it up yourself. I don't truly know everything about Georgia, but it appears to be the victim of a totalitarian Russia. It offered complete autonomy to South Ossetia, yet they refused demanding independence. This seems reasonable to a certain extent (what the fuck are they gonna do with a population of 70,000? Economy? What economy?) yet Russia's invasion is fucking ridiculous. Georgia is a strongly democratic nation, fuck, President Saakashvili had elections a year early and was re-elected. Russia is entering into undisputed Georgian territory, with a vastly superior military force, with unknown intentions. Its intentions seem oddly self-interested. Similar to the United States' ordeal with Iraq and Afghanistan. I'm sick of this shit. I feel like the world should divided into even segments (population wise) and new nations should be declared. Whatever... Nevermind. Russia is fucked up. Vladimir Putin was already President. Now he's Prime Minister. Raise any questions?

Anyway... life. Life has not been treating me well. Life is a vague term though. It is both the mental perception of what is happening, and what is actually happening. In my case, what is actually happening is far greater than my mental perception of it. Once I'm in a funk I tend to stay there. This is unfortunate, yet it makes me extremely humble. I guess that's what drugs are for... Maybe not.

I realize at this moment that I am truly afraid of the future. I do not want to know what is going to happen. I may be okay with it at this point, but for now I like the present. Time machines are for changing the past to change the present. I guess Back to the Future II changed all that though...

Whatever. Hey you! Night...

I hate:

My life, my songs, the way more recordings keep coming out, the way my heart feels like its made of cheap plastic, people, what I'm typing now, the fact that I can't talk to anybody, the fact that I reach above my head, and the fact that I have to write an essay while hating everything.

Fun fun fun.

Maybe I shouldn't.

Love

So I'm in love with a girl named Corey Rose. That's about all...

p.s. Podcast to be uploaded soon. We'll see how that goes...

Voltaic Crusher/Undrum to Muted Da - of Montreal

I write a thousand songs for you a day

But I never run out of things to say

You're my Ulysses that I'll never end

Now that I fucked up, lost you, sweet friend

Everything is in trash, and it's my fault

I've destroyed us, I know, it's unrecoverable

If there's a God he will repair your heart

If there's a God, send her an angel

Make him handsome and clever and not crazy

And you notice something wonderful

Someone to love her volcanically

And please, please, please God, don't be a bastard

Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change

Christ knows she deserves something nice for a change

I am a flaw, I'm a mistake

I am fault, I always break

I tried, you don't believe me, but I did 

I tried to mature, be responsible, dot dot dot

But my heart is juvenile

And my character's not so hot

You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist

Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby I hardly exist

You gave me your hand, I gave you a fist

Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby I hardly exist

You gave me everything, still I resist

Please don't lose any sleep over me, baby I hardly exist

I hardly exist

It's hard as an artist to try and write something new, when the exact feelings have already been expressed. Hell, this has been expressed hundreds of times... Why should I bother? Because I have to, that's why. I can't function as a person without expressing what I feel, no matter how many times it already has been.