alaininvoid fu husband to silent enigma's blog: "Slam Blahg"

We are taught freedom isn't free, that it is something to fight for. this teaching is not incorrect, for we choose to move out of fear. fear of what we are. where we are in ourselves, and only move forward out of desperation to escape what and where we don't want to be. We hold onto the most inane processes and ideals becuase of it. The majority of America and the world is not free. The dictator of the fear driven world veiw is our self, our identity. what we belive we are and wish to be. but we neve think about why we want what we want and what it will do for anyone but ourselves. Just slaves to the chemical reactions we have never bothered to break away from. Fortune favors the brave. Everyone needs to break out of their CELLves. We need to be free. Talk to a stranger, follow the oddest path the day offers you. Do somethingscary or unknown just to do it. cowardice can be the first step and catalyst for bravery. Express what you feel and stop just feeling it. be free enough to choose to be happy and just be happy. next time your face has a smile run across it, embrace it. It's always there, we just have to find it. - Alain

Quiter all ages show! alcohol free venue! show up and hang with me!

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I woke up tired this morning. nothing to do. nothin to see. just another day to bathe in the reflections of me. and to wish to taste that thing I used to be. another year goes by better yet, on another tune another song as we wait it seems long but when it's through it's never gone but again we wait. and we shake and move making a strange vibration across our staged rouse walkin upon a world and pray to leave a bruise behind for some one. anyone or thing to see. and so many of us in the bar tonight tied to desperation for a sensation after this supposed party. this home. this hole this scene a scream for white powder or green leaf after we leave behind these amber drinks something to smoke, pop or snort so we can tweek. a desperate end to a numb begining. and none of know why. hell we just wanna get high enough to fuck. and we wanna get wasted if we're not going to. it's this ID thing ya never bothered to understand this desperate death inside the man the guilt that makes a deadmans hand reach across a stage for scream but sadly to most it don't mean a thing cause the boos of the boozers don't understand what it takes to be here and be your own band. and cheers of the cheerful are the only thing that keeps some coming back. why? it's always about you, didn't know? what you like what you don't like all of us just shady men in shadows fucking in dirty gas pump bathrooms demons of decadence and ones who could be no prouder but what have you done but become one's drug or step to power. so casual. so useless. so lifeless. when it's what they want they love you when it's what they need they use you. who are they? there you. and me. and you. and she. and you. and he. and us. but you'll never find them cause none of us are ever here. see we're all waiting for the next big thing the next song the next band the next drink the next need to fill a need we built to feed the thing inside our head that egotistical superego of superflous pretention that let's us be a rock star for a night. and as that weekend fades the tour will move to the next and you'll be just as hexed to do that same thing a different in the same crowd with different faces. so remember to plug your album and sell your shirts sign a breast or 2 and flirt and let that demon take you over and pray to god you wake up sober cause hey fuckers, it's only friday night.