Thief In the Night - Lyric / Poetry -MobiusTripz

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

These thoughts incessantly melding,
Muddling, muttering, meandering,
Shards of larger also equally shattered thoughts,
like sub atomic bantering and babbling.

Is it all really elephant talk?
Or is it chemicals like particles,
Pieces getting caught up is the neural circuitry,
perhaps clogging a synapse,
these mechanical aspects all really got me thinking and on my toes,
faster and faster everything starts to rev and really go,
the body it's nerves and the thoughts all manic on overdrive,
I roll, I roll, I roll.

I'm going down now for the count,
trying best to hide my pursuit,
but even everyone else can tell,
when your after the dragon,
a chase to only use and abuse,
remaining always confounded, confused,
a concoction always awaits your grave,
always a moment away,
Always fucking calling you.

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

It echos in the mind and it's origin is,
the inner most corner,
deep down and in the wet black cold sickly place of eternal depression,
and still it yet dares to promise you,
some romantic Interlude,
from these pits of fiery hell in which so residing,
So, ridiculously so because it feels so "lick my clit orgasmic fuck reality good"!

Let's use!

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

I think I may be coming to,
and if I am I swear I'm done and through,
since age 16 now black an blue,
chasing the dragon right on cue,
one more time is when you lose,
families, kids, brothers, sisters, parents, lives all shattered,
know ahead what's lays on that chosen other side,
exercise your better wisdom upon others death,
and do not partake,
for taken you shall be,
in an instant these thefts.

This thief in the night !

Rocket flight to out of sight mental fantasies,
Through city streets copping dope I chase sweet misery,
I think I love her so,
and she does love my company,
My heart just stopped,
Narcan quick please,
for I  have an appointment to cop at 3.

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

These thoughts incessantly melding,
Muddling, muttering, meandering,
Shards of larger also equally shattered
thoughts,
sub atomic babbling and bantering.

Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments,
Of fragmented,
Fragments.

Fuck I'm 45...
What happened man,
How am I still alive?

And On Listening To The Universe - Poetry -

Everything just a record,
Of what was and what if,
All knowledge over event horizons,
That data still persists.

I am the observer,
Reporting back to my "Mother the Universe",
All systems are go down here,
The times back then were never like now so desperate the worst.

Inside a tree,
These rings and these chemicals,
And all encoded a snapshot of instants all compiled,
All utilized as a tool to process past and future signals.

It's all communication with the data,
From where do you observe and who so report,
All just servants while observing,
Be truthful don't distort.

Sometimes they think themselves smartest,
And get so far ahead while erasing traces,
Piling up houses and more money so simply,
Robbed our nation blind right in front of our faces.

I watched it right before my very eyes,
You would never believe all the things that seen and heard have I,
So recorded somewhere along that way,
I leave paintings, songs, love, friendship, letters, publishings, posts and hope.

All somewhere recorded in spacetime, this data too.

Right now I'm with you there as you sense this message,
and even though gone perhaps eons or longer, so long it's hard to believe true,
I once watched it all in life,
just the same now like you.

We are all just angels on flight across a massive universe together,  always and forever, happening yesterday, tomorrow and right now.

Determine your fate as have those before you that believe within in doing what is right.

Soar to the loftiest of heights of fulfillment and understand the equilibrium that shall indeed come too, and prepare to be strong to ensure survival under such dire and often wicked attacks, in any respect, always be careful to the heights in which you experience an environment and you have to know your range perfectly.

Act not from a place ever of ignorance!

Spend resources on the healthiest of foods your body to be and/or your fuel, and spare no expense here ever when so possible.

Always heed to greater wisdom with gentle respect yet still always guarded and at once ready to pounce and annihilate another if so a greater balance now shall must surely exist if the need to react should arise.

Eliminate evil and tolerate it not at anytime. As it survives a moment it gains a thousand more and must therfore be immediately smote.

It is time to choose?

What is your choice?

That's what I report from over here,
A flight in a 48 year old model that's hanging tough,
has some genetic issues to iron out as a beta model,
It's really been quite tough.

Most of this species is quite selfish,
And I have seen where others would turn away and let a friend perish,
Waste is rampant and filth is seemingly acceptable,
There is a massive lack of respect to the orb on which they spin in orbit and seem unwilling at all to ever share it.

It's getting cloudy and shaky and weaker for myself each day,
The mental fluctuations are probably circuits nutrient deficient,
Damaged and wallowing I hear Alice in Chains  inside my mind,
It's time to depart to another destination and start once again anew.

I am art manifest a communicator of the universe,
A spirit in light trapped here for now each all staying as projected,
Until one day that projection altars (play on words) paths and unset from stone Am I,
What would you do to change the program anytime until perfectly selected?

What if I had seen it all before and said that that exact time always exists,
and it's right now to pick what's perfectly projected,
And programmed now as we guild this craft our art an action in motion on a canvas spacetime,
It's all that's logical rational and in life is any longer accepted.

Manifest reality!

Be at once always flexible,
remain dynamic and evolve to further observe and even carry forth the message,
All just nano devices inside of an experiment more radical then any thing of your dreams or desires,
We exist inside an even larger Collider but that so progressive a statement may be too strong, or just simply, quite presage.

Are You OK ?

The funniest times in life are when people ask if you are okay with real concern, and right then and right there it's when you know you are on that cutting edge or you are out there absolutely undeniably insane and living now a set of defined rules designed by others inside of a bubble in spacetime floating along while reality says all of it, most of which we know nothing about, scientifically speaking in quantitative physics could possibly be purely an illusion, not real at all !!! and still I act as a child scared. It's now time to stand and live out loud !!! Hey, are you OK?

Sweet Jazz - A Poetic One Sided Conversation with Jazz

You like soft jazz baby?

Dipping strawberries in chocolate,

for your bursting red lusting lips, 

over here as we shed our clothes,

Let's in comfort as one now lay.

Champagne bubbling provocatively in a glass,

Let's read Shakespeare taking turns as always,

and spoon a little, and a lot so play.

Dancing on light waves I dream,

Naked bodies content perfectly in balance ,

I feel time stop forever when I am with you and here is where I'd like to stay.

Oh, you sensual vision of my dreams,

Smooth, sexy, silky, mistress of delight,

Always talking for my heart and soul, sweet jazz.

The Epiphany Is Me

My epiphany was dually pronged today and is that I am the Epiphany and everything that I am NOT is also.

What is an epiphany?

An epiphany (from the ancient Greekἐπιφάνεια, epiphaneia, "manifestation, striking appearance") is an experience of sudden and striking realization. Generally the term is used to describe scientific breakthrough, religious or philosophical discoveries, but it can apply in any situation in which an enlightening realization allows a problem or situation to be understood from a new and deeper perspective. Epiphanies are studied by psychologists^[1][2] and other scholars, particularly those attempting to study the process of innovation.^[3][4][5]

Epiphanies are relatively rare occurrences and generally follow a process of significant thought about a problem. Often they are triggered by a new and key piece of information, but importantly, a depth of prior knowledge is required to allow the leap of understanding.^[3][4][6][7] Famous epiphanies include Archimedes's discovery of a method to determine the density of an object ("Eureka!") and Isaac Newton's realization that a falling apple and the orbiting moon are both pulled by the same force.^[6][7][8]

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epiphany_(feeling)

Be Epiphany!

Explore and learn forever and seek ye a knowledge unquenchable, a foundation upon which to place wisdom for future spacetime may you stay always prepared forevermore.

Be a catalyst for change !

And on moving forward...

I chip away at my art steadily a sculptor, but more mentally then I ever do physically, and the physical work is enough truly to take you down for a few days even when in decent shape. But the mental, the obsession of the coming art I will make, yes always that coming art to make. I only look forward until when making I cast out art often through an introspective pasts examination like a rerun of decades ago, a decade a season typically, and I hope many more from which to draw on and share. So my question I have to answer for myself moving forward is where do I go that best supports my artistic endeavors and keeps me surrounded by other artists and how do I let crazy French passion not try to take me out ! ? ! ? !

Running Marathons

If, as other animals, we had to be in incredible shape to survive... do you think you should be in such great shape as much as in... always ready, at a moment's notice, to run a marathon?

My instinct says that is true and it amazes me what an organized mass of human beings can accomplish, much yet seemingly quite easily survive.

I once was fast like lightning and enjoyed sprinting in my youth. The distance runner I never was. I am under doctor orders to not run ;( ...not even on a treadmill. My spine and I shan't say more.

I am 48 and have a few of fiends that run marathons. My hat's off to you. I quit smoking after 20 years and anyone that says it does no damage is a complete idiotic moron! I may break those doctor's orders, as I am still rebellious and just want to have great aerobic exercise.

Introduce the bicycle, and my life starts to cycle back again, if I am lucky 96.

I'd quite like that, and a run or two, and to go to space... A few times if I don't just outright move.

And as I listen to Bowie and think as just as nutty as ever I wonder... if I could become my spirit manifest within the net like Tron, would I ???... and shed this failing vessel I drag along in a complete act?

Am I not already a projection of sorts? Just energy and light? Matter? Spacetime. Am I just data illuminated across many planes?

Does an animal, other then a human being, think anything like this at all? Look what we have done just organized even while still often slovenly. What we can achieve as a potential is amazing and perhaps incalculable however possible if we all are for just a moment in spiritual unison realizing we are all each another at different places in spacetime. Our spirit truly one.

What would you do if you found yourself in a movie theatre, realizing you had just watched your entire life you thought real?

What animals without human help live a fantastic and un-threatened existence while fat and out of shape like us? None I can think of. Not even close, but happy as can be as animals typically are.

Life, just marathons of light across spacetime, and we, just strange alien observers spinning along. Why are we even here?

1.618

The sacred geometry to a spiral galaxy but what of another type? Think of that over an Oreo Double Stuffed! Sugar, it does a brain good !!!

Evaporative Thoughts of Reality from Illusion

Friends, like life, totally illusory.

The past and future also not at all real just like this and every or any other instant.

Projected illusion.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holographic_principle

So now think about those supposed gravitational waves proposed by Einstein and finally proven when first detected 101 years later in 2016.

So is that black hole fake? That galaxy over there?? By language and scientific definition yes, but by the fact that we quantify them, what?

Since childhood and from seemingly nowhere of experience a thought came from with created seemingly elsewhere about us being delicate and just a piece of dust in balance elsewhere, best we be careful and steadfast. When nearly dying from asthma you have deep everlasting thought that transcends time. I am certain I am not anywhere near alone. 

Then these feelings. How real is feeling? Experience? Light and shadows and across something of varying thickness so projected.

Can we quantify attributes of projections and have projections across spacetime that appear to the observer somewhere within to possibly be happening slowly in some dimensions?

Is it indeed shadow and light this beautiful gift we reside in?

But I am who I am, so it must be real! And who is this voice that thinks and resides with me?

He is also he who I project just as in the universe I reside and where my DNA is the very light and the shadow of what is perceived as life today itself.

Then this RNA, like a microfiche decoder puts it all once again into play, a show projected for all to see, and one day the lights all must go out, every show indeed has an end.

Got to just adore Leonard Susskind's story. What a hell of a projection. Not just a stupid plumber !!! Stereotypes!!!

And upon this stage of now, this moment, with a black backdrop behind as a horizon of dusk, I bow in my dying days coming ever now quicker and I depart to cross the stratosphere and then into deep outer space and even further as I escape across the ether in an instant on a light beam to a long awaited reunion with so many... so it seems.

So it all seems.

The Machine Body - An Oration

Butter, cream, and vanilla bean,
All flavors divine, flavors that renew,
Coconut, banana, and papaya y mango,
Tropical essences taste buds dancing with health so true.

Greek yogurt oh how you I adore,
Just some raisins cinnamon and sugar,
Or kiwi and raspberry and fresh blueberry too, probiotics a friend to the immune system enzymes at work.

Kale and strawberries cut with water and some stevia, freshly reblended again now with ginger. Add two oranges and taste the splendor, healing nutrients now are rendered.

Alongside mechanisms, these probiotics I mention again, like little nanotechnology sub programs, they enable other chemical reactions to take place as facilitators and instructors alike.

Without these existing as in far too many people today, an immune system does not exist or is repressed because it dies bot have in the body the raw materials otherwise to mend the body, ourselves, the collective organism of countless organisms ourselves all under our own management, to a degree.

Then cook some broccoli with beef and carrot and ginger and fresh turmeric. Use a light hoisin sauce at the end to marry all the inhabitants in the dish. Go heavy on the veggies and light in the beef and reconsider what is proper balance.

Utilize energy to heal or to get ill. Utilize energy to heal the body or to further break down and waste extra fuel and store as fat which takes a lot if work or to process and excrete which also takes a lot of work.

Be the animal inside ready to be light and run and eat well with respect and when so able and always thankful to above for the bounty, remember it is about anything but the self. Healing comes from others.

The plant I consume says where I am ill so I listen in peace and concentrate on imperfect harmonies that need attention, this body older now a skeletal cacophony. This meat I consume I ask for it to empower and heal and thank you for the life so taken now offered that I may eat.

The fat is essential but intricate and difficult to both carry and breakdown. The fat is to consume lightly and carry less of unless nature otherwise dictates.

The body as a Machine has a very specific life span, just study telomeres and calculate out a life of any human under perfect conditions and you know the high end of that range.

As a Machine we wear and without renewal become old and without updates maybe even obsolete to run the same old software. Part of our programing is to multiply and evolve leaving not too many old behind. Enough old though to carry a culture and a generation forward to not repeat mistakes.

Our body is not made to process so much food, for we should be sleek and athletic like a deer. In their world fat is an instant death sentence. Why are we not more in touch with how out of balance we have become and why do we consider ourselves so above Sodom and Gomorrah?

Our bodies are resilient but cannot be forgiving forever. If you get into or close to your fifth decade and have had some mishaps well it gets pretty damn tough. Stick around long enough and you have stories that are hard to believe. Try watching o practice moderation and safety in everything you do. Every single action.

The Seed

Your mission is that you are a seed with a mission.

How would you program your own life if you could and what message would you carry and what purpose would you like to have and what traits to hone these skills, your craft?

What would it take to activate some of your programming that would make you even more effective immediately? Perhaps just these very precise and exact words for your thoughts.

How would you look ahead, and what tools would you utilize to maneuver safely forward while cruising over these waves and riffs of spacetime?

What do you envision in your episode of life and what would be a graceful or worthwhile ending? You get one try to make this a great show.

Would you like your program to self terminate or run again with corrections and adjustments?

Would you like to be able to view any moment from the past that you wanted anytime you desired once you leave "The Seed"?

If you could be any seed at all what would you be? A particle? A dog? An amoeba? A virus? A stone? A comet? And how would you travel?

What do you see?

What's On My Mind? - A Short Story of Dynamic Truth

So facebook asks...

What's on my mind?  

I've been doing a lot of deep thinking lately and so really there's a lot on my mind. The funny thing is the place where the people are acting out the most as if earth shattering things are happening are really volunteering at the same place I am where our work is absolutely the least most significant in this world and therefore there are much greater things up on my mind then these things which I find rather entertaining but what else would one expect from a theatre. So there's lots of fuel for future art and that was all I really ever wanted was to share making art with other artists and so we do some in the shadows and some and of the light but all friends to me. Plan to all friends to me forever as all of my artist friends always have been and always will be. Perhaps someone funny recollection I can share is when one artist friend thought it was hysterical and stated that she could not believe how much we all could accomplish, this group of artists, this group of pure narcissist. Let me just tell you I've never heard a room of such evil laughter, and the funniest thing is it's hard to tell who was laughing from their heart and soul and he was just really acting. What is an actor? What is art? I like to write from there for many of these words may be totally made up and fantasy and the beautiful thing is is that they are the catalyst to your imagination so what fantasy did you see from how you know me vs what is really going on in my life today. It's really fun just to imagine. Write something interesting that draws the reader in and take them on an adventure away for just a moment so that you can let them know that you care enough to give them a moments away from stress so that the mind of May 8th and we all make it a little laughter in the end and enjoy the show. What a really beautiful and great show that I could think of no better way than to spend it with you each. Love

The laugh is voice recognition above unedited.

The Lease - A Short Story from the "What This Hill Breeds", CreepaBilly Production Studio Series - Based On Someones Reality

The CreepaBilly Production Studios short story series growing in size every day... Don't forget money for the flowers on the graves.

The theatre was atop Irons Mountain. It was a cold dark wicked place almost always in black and white. I always left me with an eerie feeling. But I always had to go back to that theatre because there was real magic inside and everyone could feel it.

The place use to be a church and we converted it into this beautiful theatre... But... It had this peculiar lingering ... Feeling... Like it was a person or had a soul. The theatre got inside of you. It changed you and it changed people.

The theatre members and volunteers and that oh, so distinguished and snoopy snobby board of directors. Should that be capitalized? This is all about capitalizing baby !!!

Well, this story is about that meds strike through edit that mess not meds...lol... of well to do dreamers artistic good wanna be's.

Hey you,... Let me fukkin' introduce myself... It's "rokkinroll" where I come from to my peeps bitches but itz MOBIUSTRIPZ all CAPS if yo real and n my face but I don't know ya yet! On social media I don't know ya and i m not too tech savvy either... You understand that shit... Right???? Right???

And so a lease in balance weighs,
while former board members play, acts from an improvised play, they started just yesterday.

I quit, fuck you, I quit, documented now on social media, itz live fucking legit. I hope that got your attention, that's why I quit, two artist friends struggle, artistic life begins while another quits. He only quit not to be outdid, my mentor little smarty pants he hit his head. What bickering and bantering back and forth elephant talk and MobiusTripz and space dog and Rocky and James and Bri and salad all distracted not how is my friend he fell and got hurt the other night and no one will answer and think we are in some sort of fight or power struggle. All somewhat flattering and tragic too and this the man I adore who offered me such deeper artistic life... Oh fucking what and fucking why? This art we weave a mess a web then depart we must we leave. Oh yeah but how is he? How is he? Does anyone stop to even think at 69 and what a fall oh how is he?

...and so a lease in balance weighs to be negotiated while the actors play like children. I quit, me too, nanny, nanny, boo boo. More money requested and music not legit, makes more money then anything else in town when well promoted, get use to it. It's not a slap in the face to our beloved theatre or acting as it's own art, it's about changes in culture and cycles once ended that again start. Music is wanted live all over and so are actors again too and so is entertainment and we are on this great cusp where the artist will finally also make a fair and decent living because if demand once again for this craft. Let's together mend this broken marketplace and stop the infighting at once that only exists by social media proliferation and not one bit in reality. Reality... Lets get back to that where sometimes you have to be dramatic to draw attention to quick change and letting a process so evolve... often sacrificing the self. The money shall come, it shall come. Now behave like adults, yes adults... At least for just an hour at the meetings. Bored meetings. I am no longer a Board Member but rather just a bored member at bored meetings... my passion stolen away theatrically, we now all bow. Vote yes for raising those higher so requested entitled fees and with all due respect please do renew the lease.

So how is he? So how is he?
Please oh please, renew the lease,
Wicked games, we weave deceive,
I'm peeved really fucking peeved,
In theatre where is that line between
Fantasy and reality, and how is he? How is he? The fall was real and this can wait?
I would sue the theatre? No concern just hate?

What's the truth and the real concern and who are the actors and what's the mission and where is the theatre and when is intermission? Did you pay attention behind the shadows and your friends his better friends indeed all the lies the weaved, and weaved, and weaved, and weaved.... Echoing fading out....

It's time to get your lawyer on but I already trumped your ass because i got your lawyer before you got him yourself you hanging from a string little bitch !!!

I am an actor and I can weave like a super star to any where I ever need or would want to be, I know you see, the same wicked quick sharp ass photographic shit like me, I controlled you to get to this place now real in destiny. While you plainly look up ahead to see, what fantasy do you think I will have waiting for you, what would you like to upon your departure so leave?

I answered that once so very long ago and when I think someone of my time wants to play Charade's, I will not hesitate to envision many dances across their soon to be resting place, their grave.

Waste not a moment to soon shall be taken.

I Almost Posted This - A Cryptic Short Story of the Day

I thought after Mother passed away and I toughened up that I would be done with crying. 

What so little a young boy knows, who lost his Mother, and now the real pain of manhood gets to reign in. A good gut kicking once a day to get my attention as well as try to keep me down.  

With one friend, we will wield our words as weapons, these surgical strikes, as friends betrayed, yet face to face and alongside one another such perfect frienemies.  Social media and the power of misunderstanding. It makes you wonder who would throw such intentional lobs.

Perhaps both hurting and beat down and with loss in death of each a friend. 

The drama is in the theatre, the drama is in the theatre, and who should pull such strings across these wicked webs we weave? 

I am stepping off of this place for 48,

so I can have my time alone to heal and concentrate,

on the things in life like God and family,

and the so many things so dear to me. 

Be well and love.

...and Mark said

Steve , why not put your hate energy toward the big bad me and invest in time toward making a great sat, mar 26 date with Ian!?"there's still time, Brother'" and the evil faLLEN snow
Lord is up and away. I ASSURE YOU

Really Twisted Angry Projection and the Whore

Out with SpaceDog,
And enjoying my salad cruisin',
Thinking bout' all these projections I live,
Because better choices are for my choosin'.

I am the ether that is in between,
The Everything overlooked am I,
I am the never seen,
I am the perfect pure white clean.

I am the rock you shit on,
Repeatedly,
Repeatedly,
Repeatedly.

I am the chair you sit on,
Foundation sturdy betrayed,
I am your Daddy little girl a spanking,
Enjoyed when I see you rare birthday suit bitch predictable on your birthday to freedom July summer rebellion I command, you cannot resist the actions o so command at my will upon you, just watch over and over again as you,
crave cock and show at my door,
You leave after eight weeks always each year always still just my whore.

Now engaged ! Aghast ! I cannot help but laugh at your lying ways. Glad your gone and he the less wise you a problem now his I'm safe once again from your consistent lunacy, a view of the world purely incorrect and you fighting against the waves and tide of life, the ebb and flow with the net effect that you have never ever once fit in or at least realized you did so and never appreciated it for a second these gifts.

I cut you out and off before,
As you go out and justify being a whore,
To the truth and the light and the, promises that you always liked to share with me.

I am through, and as I have been here before at age 48, I know just what I have to do, erase away from my memory the years together we knew, and cast you out like I cast art upon the Red YouTube.

For you I need an app to keep you a distance safe, to keep you where I know again you can never again like repeatedly in the past you repeatedly so many times countless evil cunt betrayed.

You lied to my soul through my eyes with such sincerity and sublimely sweet words so chosen ahead and rehearsed, all an act your love, ours, these lies you so weaved. You a constant destroyer of things so bent, I cast you now away like refuse, disappear from my life in an instant, to me forever just a bug on a windshield so spent.

Disappointment you are woman manifest.

What This Hill Breeds - Part 1 of a fictional short story serirs

It was a wintry night on the road all crunchy with ice and the air was like a dense fog soaked in illuminating light that made Everything Everywhere glow thus. Love in light above as I went up into the mountain... you know the mountain? Irons mountain. I d

I hear it wasn't just a short time ago that there was an insane asylum down there at the end of Wildcat hollow and now all you see is just a stone foundation but that doesn't stop all the different reports of the Satanic activity that's been reported there for years right alongside all the disappearances.

Then there's the church. Everybody knows about the church just asked about it.

Then there was the iron's mountain music festival used to be held at the top of the mountain in what was one time an orchard which is still pretty obvious today. Do it every year one of those psychedelic concert goers would just go with missing sometimes several. It became a predictable event and no matter how prepared the county in the city and the state police all were but it happen nobody could explain it.

Yeah, believe it or not they were even alien sightings up here on this hill in the pictures I'm going to put together and make a story book for year are going to blow your mind so sit back and just get ready to read these little short stories that you're going to find here from time to time. And remember I ain't the sharpest guy and I do my best to write and use my time constructively and now that I got me here one of them smart phones and I'm using a little bit of voice with a cigarette in my hand well you know to type because I never learned how to type kind of, I think I use a, there I'm not even sure but I'm at right, well sometimes things just don't come out just right, but in this modern day and age maybe it'll make you pay attention to what I'm trying to share with you here when everything else is so high speed out there. Maybe we need to slow down make life like it's almost got errors in it and we should pay attention and read a little bit better past them will fuck man baby life is dyslexic I don't know but anyway boxer is interesting. The

So I got me this here Android smartphone type of device made by LG and it's going to be my investigator tools I understand that there's a lot of apps I hear they're called and you can download them and put them on phone it was a winter not on the road or crunchy with us in there was like a dense fog soaked in illuminating light the made everything everywhere glow this year igloo as I went up into the mountain you know the mountain? Irons Mountain.

I hear it wasn't just too short time ago that there was an insane asylum down there at the end of Wildcat hollow and now all you see is justice tune foundation but that doesn't stop all the different reports of the satanic activity that's been reported there for years right alongside all the disappearance is.

Then there's the church. Everybody knows about the church just asked about it.

Then there's the Iron Mountain music festival used to be held in the top of the mountain in what was one time and orchard which is still pretty obvious today. The every year one of those psychedelic concert growers will just go with missin sometimes several. It became a predictable event and no matter how prepared the county in the city and the State Police all were but it happen nobody could explain it.

Yup, believe it or not they were even a lien sightings up here and those Hill in the pictures I'm gonna put together and make a story book for you here are going to blow your mind so sit back I'm just get ready to read these little short stories and you're going to find hear from time to time. And remembering the sharpest guy and I do my best to writing use my time for strike Tivoli and now that I got me here one of them smart phones and I'm using a little bit invoice with a cigarette in mind well you know to type because I never learn how to type kind of, I think I use a, there I'm not even sure but i'mma try, well sometimes things just don't come out just a ride, but in this modern day in age maybe to make you pay attention to what I'm trying to share with you here when everything else or sooner high speed out there. Maybe we need to slow down make life like it's almost got to errors in it and we should pay attention and read a little bit better pass them the fuck man maybe laughing dyslexic I don't know but anyway life sure is interesting.

So imma tell you what I use things like Twitter, Blogger, and stuff like that and I do lots of riding and I do lots of picture taken 2. I'm trying to record how it is when I want people to see what it's like and then maybe if using my shoes maybe you understand where I'm coming from and then you'll see Thanks for just have they really are not like what most people seem to think like that really like what it is.

I understand sometimes things just going to be a little bit difficult to read because I speak like English with a different dialect is what I come to understand its cold and it just don't catch on to use quick as if your own kinfolk or specially your best this is a friends was talking to you so just think about that too.

Sometimes in life to destress and attach a little bit give our brains and time to compartmentalize all of our thoughts and tall little place is got to go up there and them your arms its good to just kick back a little bit and use your imagination when marijuana is really good for helping you get to that place. You really good for letting you sleep when you're awful so sick you can't sleep and it's also really good for getting over pain and when you're in pain you know got my job but I most of time or you got too much on the time I ain't got none I just went away to nothing well it stimulates the appetite but back to the imagination , for the imagination just x bottom million so pretty much can see everything I think of. I see it doesn't seem to understand what I'm trying to tell it. So it's fixed and some of that typing there and it looks a little bit better now that's more like it Google Talk. So now I'm sitting on up in here in this king size bed while it's all like a big iced cake outside dangerous to one of my good friends Mark Baker fall down hurt himself I told everybody to be careful on the idiot to left the god damn snow shovel behind. Sometimes just can't win for losing this place I'm just done near killed me breaking my back. Just last weekend to go my dad fell right on his face you can read about that or somewhere else.

Here's maybe the most important part of this whole story right here in this story series you can blend my real life into it and you can my real surroundings into sometimes you can't so it's going to look awful and off of vivid sometimes getting my bleed into some of my music comment my bleed into some of my movies that I'm going to make, it might bleed into some productions that I get the pleasure to work on, and it might just believed in all parts of my life because my life is art. So what this area does lens to the imagination for their because it is absolutely brilliant and every which way you would ever want to examine something if you could look at every single facet of it to quantify it in its entirety and fully understand it from the inside out. I guess you could just say this place is inspiring beyond any inspiring I have ever known before. These mountains called me home the first time I came to this poor little town and I looked at my friend and I said I was going to live here one day and through all these fictions here I'm going to make up and she on top of realities this is one of reality that never would be efficient I would tell. But so is the magic of this place speaking to me as though I have been here before a lifetime ago and as strange as it is to share it because as I am a scientist and I know better than to think that that is possible my experience in life is showing me that it is indeed possible and my reality and this is always the cusp upon which I surf looking in one direction towards the past and looking in another direction towards the future and most often that is vividly how I view everything that is going on around me while in the meantime I somehow try to find a place or a way to do good by others and make a little bit of art while I try to keep my usual silly self healthier than normal fighting for a little bit more time sober life that's already too short from the birth where it starts so we think today as we all wish to know that cycle.

, for the imagination just x better mood and Shop pretty much can see your thing I think of. Not see it doesn't seem understand what I'm trying to tell it. So its fixed in some of that type in there in it looks little bit better now let's more like it Google Talk. So now I'm sitting on the Panera in this King size bed while it's all like a big eyes to cake outside dangers to well I'm a good friend Mark Baker fall down her himself I told everybody be careful on the idiot the left the goddamn snow shovel behind. Sometimes just can't win for losing this place numbers done near killed me breaking my back. Just last weekend to go but dad fell right on his face we can read about that have some more apps.

His maybe the most important part of this whole store right here in the stories series you can plan my real life into it and Lynn my real surroundings into sometimes you can't so its going to look awful real and off of vivid sometimes get my bleeding the some of my music time it my bleeding to some of my movies at I'm going to make, it might bleed into some productions that I get the pleasure to work on, and it might just delete in Park for my life cuz my life is art. So what this area does is Lin's tooth imagination further because it is absolutely brilliant and every which way you and everyone to examine something if you could look at every single fast of it took want to buy it and its entirety in Foley understand it from the inside out. I guess you could just say this place is inspiring beyond any inspiring I have ever known before. These mountains called me home the first time I came to this poor little town and I looked at my friend and I said I was going to live here one day and threw all these fixins here I'm going to make up and Cheryl type of realities this is one of a I love thee that never would be efficient I would tell. But so is the magic of this place speaking to me as though I have been here before a lifetime ago.

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Tom Edwards I submitted a couple of questions on your website at least a week ago and have yet to hear back from you. Do you reply to questions submitted on your website? I'm anxiously awaiting answers. Thank you.

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Sense Hi Tom - Sorry to hear this! We looked in our database and we don't see any open tickets from "Tom" or "Thomas". Do you happen to have your ticket number? We will be sure to get right back to you. Thanks.

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Tom Edwards Sense I do not have it. Here are the questions that I asked.

1. I have been trying to track down usage rates that seem to fluctuate. The current theory, from several electricians, is that I have a damaged underground feed that is "leaking" voltage in...See More

Like · Reply · January 26 at 3:47pm

Sense Tom - This leaking would show up as a constant unexplained load in the Sense output. There is no exact launch date for Android, but you can expect rollout in the next few months. The Sense app does work on iPad; however, is not yet optimized for it - we have better iPad support coming soon.

Like · Reply · January 26 at 4:19pm

Tom Edwards Sense Thank you for the info. I'll be keeping an eye on your website for updates.

Like · Reply · January 26 at 5:12pm

Mike Parker So, Tom, these are underground feeds to outdoor devices? They must be as they are downstream of your meter. If you put GFCI breakers on all circuits that connect to underground feeds you'll know if they are 'leaking' the next time it rains. Modern code requires GFCI breakers for most such applications anyway - gone are the days of daisychaining a GFCI outlet...

Like · Reply · January 26 at 8:52pm

Scott Ringgold Sense - I'm confused then. Does it only run on an iPhone and nothing else, not even an iPad?

Like · Reply · January 27 at 1:42am

Sense Hi Scott - The app works on iPad as well, it's just not optimized for it. An improved version is coming soon.

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Pete Voss like the Kill-A-Watt device, but with Bluetooth?

Like · Reply · February 3 at 9:40pm

Sense Pete - This is actually quite different from a Kill-a-watt (or other current transformer). With Sense you don't need to go around the house plugging different items in to see their energy consumption. Sense shows you each device that's on, when things turn on, and how much energy each device is using in real-time.

Like · Reply · February 4 at 9:40am

Pete Voss Sense Does this require that the home has a digital meter provided by the power company?

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Al Butler I use TED. Doesn't need an app, runs in a browser.
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Sense Hi Al - Very cool that you are interested in tracking your energy consumption. This is quite different from both TED and Kill-a-watt, however. Sense shows you real-time data by appliance, whereas TED shows you only the aggregate. Sense can tell you whe...See More

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