Agreed. I did look in to broadcast apps some, apps for streaming seem the most likely to garner eyes in my misanthropic opinion.
I know far too many people who will only engage with content, watch and listen via their 🔥 stick or similar screen based device - the altar of our times 🙈
Somewhere up in my cranium right now, a song is forming with ideas aesthetics and feels to it, it seems to have surfaced as I came out of my dreams and realised I can only watch this technological car crash from the sidelines
- it’s the only place I’ve ever belonged, on the fringes, in my own company translating as best as I can that which I comprehend and perceive as an outsider in to some creative format.
I trust that, by the time I have issued what I have in my creative cauldrons at this time the right method of distribution allowing for multidisciplinary unification of a creative messaging will be more apparent and have the vehicle they need to go where it’s supposed to.
I’m having a good laugh at myself for considering the notion that some of my views on technology at this time may be considered fringe, what’s new?!!
Did I also forget who I was? Possibly.
I’m chuckling because somehow or for some moment I may have deluded myself otherwise- on all those levels, like somehow I have more of a belonging in the herd… that’s funny sh!t and digitally induced perhaps.
I am a type, by nature not choice, a mostly friendly hermit weirdo who belongs in the field next door. A while ago fresh faced at twenty something years a Druid order confirmed that
- I was valued by a few, 90% would not find me to their tastes, at all, until needing that outside perspective with an overview and head full of seemingly useless information that nobody wishes to know until the point that it’s assimilation up in this mad head could be transmitted. Somehow recalling it in some synchronicity state or business as usual.
Unbridled chaos or a crisis situations would merit the a sending of an emissary sent out to the weirdo.
I have no idea how I’ve had such a busy life while simultaneously appearing to have sat still available just sitting when I’m actually needed, ready to pay attention, and say strange yet synchronously fitting things.
I predict that today is a day to eat drink and be merry - for me at least- there will not be any alcohol in my drinks.
It is not the day for Bacchus Kane, Cain.
A very large event is probable today, or its catalyst at least- for the beginning a chain reaction that will “hit different” as some generations are fond of saying…
There is a psychotic and angry quality about this particular full moon, have a suspicion that it will trigger a lot of gripes and the manifestation increasingly polarised psychotic thought forms are many and powerful enough to generate a self fulfilling prophecy or three.
I can feel the venom, I can almost feel it trying to get in me… I turn green and Hulk Out when angry so I shall opt out and know my place and never wear purple jeans- sorry Hulk I’m no fashionista- but NO! Never again.
I have to write song write, it is scathing on the topic of humanity and technology or technology and inhumanity to be more accurate.
How did we become so lost in such short order- answers on a postcard
I feel a bite bubbling up whereby it is time to transmute some sensations into a positive energy.
My freaky barometer and weird-o- meter is clocking readings from an interconnected universe that are off the charts- it has echoes of the sense that I had late 2019 and early 2020- a shift and change making another unrecognisable shift, it would be folly to compare the events, yet the impact and scale potential is present for sure- we just need to keep misunderstanding one another and overdosing on global news biased through forms… I know I know, all of YOUR sources are sound, it’s everyone else except you (some billion users of social media platforms have the correct information, only you, dear readers, will truly have the righteous and correct information- it’s the others who are wrong, left oops right.. okay. So.. Buckle up, kick back and relax. Ultimately the only actions you control are your own, and the stage manager of your life and part in this global stage show is….
I’m signing off and keeping to my cave.
If anyone bothered to read this, forgiving any pre edit typos- long story but ain’t AI, please try not to be a cockhead today eh,
Brilliant!
A lot of this is what I’ve tried to point at for about 3 or more years, in different words.
Stoked to hear the idea isn’t isolated to the few people who’ve understood what I’ve been trying to transmit out of this cranium.
Yes!! Run with the ideas, talk about it and figure it out- many minds could get such a refined new wave of distribution 🙌🏼
I'm glad you enjoyed it, but remember that this was recorded in 2016, so while still a valid strategy, the tactics have somewhat evolved.
Agreed. I did look in to broadcast apps some, apps for streaming seem the most likely to garner eyes in my misanthropic opinion.
I know far too many people who will only engage with content, watch and listen via their 🔥 stick or similar screen based device - the altar of our times 🙈
Somewhere up in my cranium right now, a song is forming with ideas aesthetics and feels to it, it seems to have surfaced as I came out of my dreams and realised I can only watch this technological car crash from the sidelines
- it’s the only place I’ve ever belonged, on the fringes, in my own company translating as best as I can that which I comprehend and perceive as an outsider in to some creative format.
I trust that, by the time I have issued what I have in my creative cauldrons at this time the right method of distribution allowing for multidisciplinary unification of a creative messaging will be more apparent and have the vehicle they need to go where it’s supposed to.
I’m having a good laugh at myself for considering the notion that some of my views on technology at this time may be considered fringe, what’s new?!!
Did I also forget who I was? Possibly.
I’m chuckling because somehow or for some moment I may have deluded myself otherwise- on all those levels, like somehow I have more of a belonging in the herd… that’s funny sh!t and digitally induced perhaps.
I am a type, by nature not choice, a mostly friendly hermit weirdo who belongs in the field next door. A while ago fresh faced at twenty something years a Druid order confirmed that
- I was valued by a few, 90% would not find me to their tastes, at all, until needing that outside perspective with an overview and head full of seemingly useless information that nobody wishes to know until the point that it’s assimilation up in this mad head could be transmitted. Somehow recalling it in some synchronicity state or business as usual.
Unbridled chaos or a crisis situations would merit the a sending of an emissary sent out to the weirdo.
I have no idea how I’ve had such a busy life while simultaneously appearing to have sat still available just sitting when I’m actually needed, ready to pay attention, and say strange yet synchronously fitting things.
I predict that today is a day to eat drink and be merry - for me at least- there will not be any alcohol in my drinks.
It is not the day for Bacchus Kane, Cain.
A very large event is probable today, or its catalyst at least- for the beginning a chain reaction that will “hit different” as some generations are fond of saying…
There is a psychotic and angry quality about this particular full moon, have a suspicion that it will trigger a lot of gripes and the manifestation increasingly polarised psychotic thought forms are many and powerful enough to generate a self fulfilling prophecy or three.
I can feel the venom, I can almost feel it trying to get in me… I turn green and Hulk Out when angry so I shall opt out and know my place and never wear purple jeans- sorry Hulk I’m no fashionista- but NO! Never again.
I have to write song write, it is scathing on the topic of humanity and technology or technology and inhumanity to be more accurate.
How did we become so lost in such short order- answers on a postcard
I feel a bite bubbling up whereby it is time to transmute some sensations into a positive energy.
My freaky barometer and weird-o- meter is clocking readings from an interconnected universe that are off the charts- it has echoes of the sense that I had late 2019 and early 2020- a shift and change making another unrecognisable shift, it would be folly to compare the events, yet the impact and scale potential is present for sure- we just need to keep misunderstanding one another and overdosing on global news biased through forms… I know I know, all of YOUR sources are sound, it’s everyone else except you (some billion users of social media platforms have the correct information, only you, dear readers, will truly have the righteous and correct information- it’s the others who are wrong, left oops right.. okay. So.. Buckle up, kick back and relax. Ultimately the only actions you control are your own, and the stage manager of your life and part in this global stage show is….
I’m signing off and keeping to my cave.
If anyone bothered to read this, forgiving any pre edit typos- long story but ain’t AI, please try not to be a cockhead today eh,
Praise Bob, Hail Eris! Ra Ra Ra ☕️