Commeth the light... that saves

Praise Jesus. I need not say that at the beginning of every post or that the posts are few and far between and the reading of the posts are even fewer and farther betweener. Don't excuse my poor use of grammar, just let give me the raking over the coals please.

The city is in disrepair. The days here seem to get continually more strange, and as I write (and speak outloud what I write) a smothering cloud lingers at ground level and obscures my view. Only two weeks ago, things were much more clear. Within the shortcomings, out of the black cloud, Dave Mustaine's guitar solos triumphed. Hope was received warmly by 1000 outcasts.

The steel, which is much too strong according to Mustaine, has more relavenance for me than ever. And by ever, I mean in my nearly 20 years of listening to Mustaine while dreaming of conspiracy, holy wars, and political vengeance. He still looks the same, and his lyric is more relavant now, to everyone, than ever.

River city ransoms. Comraderie between the crowd members was at an all time high. You were there, but you probaby didn't know it. For all practical purposes, so was everyone you went to high school with in addition to some newer speed junkies who were looking for a nostalgic thrill. It's good that you stopped listening to this trash. However, as I've mentioned many times before, those that refuse to heed the call of Thor also refuse to share a certain bond. Now, the bond you may be aware of, and I may be aware that it's possible that you broke free from it long ago, and maybe for good reason. I do get a little sick of hearing, "hey, that shirt man..." unless it's my Iron Maiden shirt, which is indeed authentic, and warrants a "fuck yeah" from me every time. Indeed, those people have your back, in so much as they are able to. And indeed, they do want to come over to your place at some point, possibly for an extended stay. But, before I stop myself here or get too entrenched in this, let me remind you of the lack of or lameness of comraderie that exists in other social musical subcultures:

- country folk - will enjoy a tune with one another, but will just as easily take up arms (Chevy or Ford?)
- Dave Matthews type college "hippies/free spirits/dudes" - will befriend you to use your drugs whilst listening to T-lake. They have no loyalty.
- Hippy festers - people who claim to have classical hippy theory usually just like pot. The real hippies despise them while they continue to remain in graduate school and fight the man - they even burned down the burning man thing this year when they found out (to their horror) that he was built by the man. It was only a matter of time.
- classic rockers - always fight each other for no reason, usually over some phantom 40 year old woman. They stick to their guns when it comes to music though, denying that other written verse deserves to be called music. Occasionally a long-lasting friendship develops (see various sources (not directly referenced here))
- math rock/music for the condescending - need I say more? They all hate each other, each one being a self appointed master of the universe, too smart even to acknowledge the existence of others' tastes
- all other music - statistics are random at best. Some lesser known bands have sizable cult followings of good friends, while most pop acts have careless fools pushing each other in the preztel line.

Needless to say, my time in this thinking project is limited by the lack of brain energy. Energy has been mostly expended on technical learnings, of which I'm getting flooded with. It's not soul killing, as previously defined, but it does quench the fire in one side of my brain. I think geometrically and vectorially now. I don't have the proper anatomical formulations to solve the puzzle, so I just go on with my life. I found this:

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