Theme for the Book "The Sound of Silence" Titled "Matt's Theme"

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An attempt at creating a theme song for my unfinished novel "The Sound of Silence" the song is titled "Matt's Theme."

Enjoy (or not)

Solice In Silence for the Non Normals and the Austic and Jetta

 https://youtu.be/X2_dGJcV6Q0?si=-HOmwkL7DxJAAEsn

feedback test.

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The cult of the right hand, en masse.

The cult of the right hand, en masse.

They must have cast iron stomachs, because all the cool aid was drunk during the last version of this shit show, and there's no more left. They may have moved on to other means of dispatch to prove their devotion to their cult leader, and yet they seem to be immune to that as well. 

I'm beginning to think they didn't actually drink the cool aide at all but rather dumped it out when no one was looking. And whatever new suicidal means of proof of loyalty is being used (perhaps a hidden capsule in the mouth) they have found a way to spit that out when no one's looking as well.

So, the old king has no clothes on, and they cheer him still. 

How anyone could be so "accidentally " stupid as to not understand what a tariff is and how it "always" works and then proceed, after warnings, to destroy the U.S. and the World economies . . . that takes a very special kind of stupid, maybe the most special in the history of presidents, to go forward into heavy weather while ignoring all the weather reporters and meteorologists. Then getting sucked up into a tornado, spit back down in a different state, and then everyone who has plainly seen this superhero level stupidity just ignores it, and, like the followers of Tommy in the titular rock opera; 

"Welcome to the camp
I guess you all know why we're here
My name is Tommy and I became aware this year
If you want to follow me
You've got to play pinball
And put in your earplugs
Put on your eye shades
You know where to put the cork"

But there's never a moment where the cult of the orange man comes to their senses and yells [or sings] 

"We're not gonna take it, never did and never will.
Don't want no religion, as far as we can tell. 

We ain't gonna take you, never did and never will.
We're not gonna take you, we forsake you, 

gonna rape you,
Let's forget you better still."
(not so sure about the "rape you" part, kind of out of place.)

As I said, they never sing that part. 

They never reach that level of intellect and understanding. 

They're all too happy to oblige the jester king.

That part's only sung by the left hand. The hand that actually knows what the right hand is doing.

Every dog will have its day, but its 15 minutes of fame has been stretched out to years of pure unbridled evil.

Human beings have been on Earth for roughly 550,000 to 750,000.

"Are we, are we, are we ourselves." -- The Fixx

Human beings have been on Earth for roughly 550,000 to 750,000. 

If you are non-pulsed by this, count to ten and time it. Hmm... not so bad. Count to 100, time it. That's a lot harder. Now, increase that time to 1,000.000, its an overshot, but still shows the drama. Suddenly you discover it takes about 11 days, 13 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds. Think about how you're at work for 9 hours, 8 hours working with an hour for lunch. Then think of time off after work, 8 hours of sleep, getting up getting ready and going back to work, 24 hours in a day, 48 hours in 2 days... 11 days, 13 hours, 46 minutes, and 40 seconds. It'd be like a marathon after a marathon, and so on.

Now imagine how many days week years decades centuries, millennia that we've been here. Though there is no proof, and it still hovers in the realm of "conspiracy theory" there could EASILY have been SEVERAL very complex civilizations that are so old any trace of them was wiped away by sun heat rain rust. If we can find a Pharaoh's tomb over 2000 years after it was put there, we think, "damn, that's a long time." But within the realm of 550,000 to 750,000 years, that's a mere blink of an eye.

I don't think it's likely that "extra-terrestrial" aliens have ever been to earth, but I do find it possible that ancient but far advanced civilizations of humans rose and fell, perhaps many times over. And perhaps some are still around.

Therefore, it is my opinion, that if they did find structures, buildings, cities, and UFO's checking them out; well, that's explained in my private pseudo-scientific philosophy (or mythology) by an advanced human race living under the oceans, or up on the moon.  

I don't believe in aliens, I mean to say, I'm certain that there are advanced forms of life in this giant universe, I just think its pretty much impossible for them to have developed the way we did and then built interstellar ships, and then found earth.. I don't believe in time travel (you'd mess up the current timestream so bad just by taking up airspace and breathing in it.) no Big Foot, Loch Ness Monster, Mothman, giant spiders, Chupacabra,  vampires (wouldn't that be cool), zombies (I hate the whole zombie thing, never got it. Watched tons of movies with lots of Italian films, just bored the crap out of me.

Ghosts? Maybe. We have tons of data on ghosts, sound, video, etc.

Ah well, I've run out of steam.

End of line.....

CLIVE BARKER'S 

NIGHTBREED

based on his novella CABAL

MOVIE TRAILER 

(THIS LINK BRINGS YOU TO YOUTUBE)

https://youtu.be/gKXnT8FVleY?si=940ERsfZCxAuNPaH

The resurrection of the dead. In the legendary city of the dead, Midian.

Before his execution, before Easter.

 "My house shall be called a house of prayer, but you make it a den of robbers." 

Jesus of Nasrath, Jesus the Galilean, Yeshua 

(Matthew 21:13, ESV)

From a Bing Search:

Yeshua is the Hebrew name for Jesus, meaning "Yahweh [the Lord] is Salvation". In the New Testament, written in Greek, the name Yeshua becomes Iēsous, which is translated to “Jesus” in English. The name Yeshua occurs throughout the Old Testament and is usually translated as Joshua. Most scholars believe that Jesus’ real name was actually “Yeshua”.

The world's a hell what does it matter what happens in it?

The world's a hell what does it matter what happens in it?

The world's a hell what does it matter what happens in it?

The world's a hell what does it matter what happens in it?

 

"Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis’s bethad, do chél dénmha."

[Serpent's breath, charm of death and life, thy omen of making.]

--Merlin

Self pity and mental illness, two great tastes in one candy bar.

Some people say this sounds like a big bummer, but I believe in life there are so many good & bad things that the best way is to find how you can be "content" with yourself and your life. To do otherwise is like gambling, that next card could put you at 20, or it might 'f' up your day, or year, or longer, losing your life's savings. 

On the flipside you could just sit on your couch and play video games, the ones where you don't have a live team of people to talk to, just yourself and the games. And never try to do anything above just "existing."

That's been me for a while now, due to a double whammy of Bipolar 1 and Extreme Panic Disorder. And the shame of it is that it's really the medicine that put the brakes on my creativity: the art & writing I studied in college, the music I taught myself to compose, all that's in storage somewhere in my head. 

The drugs keep me employed, housed, fed . . . If it weren't for the drugs, I'd probably be homeless by now cause in my manic swings, where how long they lasted was a completely unknown period of time (hours? days? weeks? months?) I had some delusions in my teens that went on for a good year and involved some very complex alternate realities. People dismissed my resulting behavior as: 

"oh, he's just weird" or 

"oh, he's just excentric" or 

"oh, he's just making that up for a reason to act strange.) 

The thing is, at work, before medication therapy, my mania came with a bloodlust for arguing with upper management. Including shouting arguments with a former Store Manager (I survived that because he actually respected me for standing up for myself! Welcome to the politics of manhood, hehe.) 

So, I'm in a 24-year rut and I want the fuck out! I've even considered going off meds. 

I've heard that a large number of actors and musicians (and artists of all types) have bipolar disorder. 

Having an inability to exceed at "normal" things, like the "average normal" person, tends to push one towards places where they can fit in. "The Land of the Misfit Toys" from that stop motion Rudolph movie by Rankin Bass, who turned the cartoon version of "Return of the King" into a freaking musical! 

And since this creativity is fueled by the disorder, the last thing they want to do is control it with meds. Often describes as a "chemical straight jacket" it turns out, by personal experience, exactly that. 

As Jeffery Goines says in the Terry Gilliam film "12 Monkeys" . . .

"Fuck the Bozos!"