2010 fucking no more room in the head space, rent just went through the roof, even the bats moved out, chasing shadows, something flickers as the lights go out, left in darkness, i'm moving slowly past the memories of the year. a girls voice laughing as im running through the gaps, i'm on her heels but she's agile whereas i am just a fat fuck. the smell of exotic flowers fills my nostrils, i can just make out the phosphorous traces, see the shine, a thin veneer of lost nature. the girl has long gone, there's a light breeze, i feel something with my foot, i reach for it, a bone, a skeleton in the closet. the closet. i jump in the dark end, falling into some thing.
today.
i have been working heaps, every hour all for the cash, all because i have this vision, 'snuff music' and i believe in it as something of value, something worth producing. two tracks down the third is written, the idea generates itself, it's born and growing all the time, it can't be stopped, each breath captain mission takes now is to give life to what i believe will be something worthwhile. i have excellent people involved in this project. it's the year of the deep fix. cities crumble, oceans dry, trains collide on a regular basis, stars explode, planets leave their orbit, ideas come and go, man will rise and man will fall, the tide will ebb and flow, but the only thing i know is the deeper it goes, the deeper the mix, the deeper it moves, the deeper the fix.