TT has been over for about a year.
This site is basically a tribute to the rainbow that was our existence.
It is a shame that poets try to describe emotions instead of purely experiencing them.
Bullets and flowers, words are.
Clouds, too.
Basically, everything is like everything.
Music is the highest level of communication Humanity has attained.
All the things you want to say without having to say them can be said through the Music.
Eventually you reach the point where all is forgiven and you're just screaming "I Love you" at each other through the Music. And there is nothing more fun than that.
The process of creating Music is identical to that of the thunderstorm creating a rainbow.
To create Music is to be the thunderstorm. Your soul pours like rain and your mind claws at the clouds of the moment like the Sun battling to break through.
You are one part thunderstorm and one part Sun.
It's okay to get depressed, thunderstorms need dark clouds.
It's okay to be manic as fuck, thunderstorms need lightning.
It's okay to be brilliant, the Sun needs to be bright.
My life has been a series of scattered storms.
Two bands and two blatant attacks on the government.
No more will I differentiate betwixt the two.
I will have only one more project.
A project to last until I am a really old and dead dude.
The Lips didn't start out until they were my age.
I've been playing instruments for 10 years.
I've been singing a lot longer than that.
I don't believe, I know I can create Music that is uniquely beautiful.
I know this because I feel emotions that are unique to my existence.
I wanted marriage to be my last great endeavor.
This is the next best thing.
This project is the summation of all my lives.
It will name itself, once it is born.
I don't know if first contact will happen before we start creating.
Either way, 99% of this project will be during the Golden Age.
And that's an incredible image.
So, if you don't hear from me again before f.c., just know that you will afterwards.
Random anecdote.
Today, I woke up and got excited when I heard the rain.
The living room was dark and I was sitting on this blanket on the floor.
I put on "You Forgot It In People."
Everything was cool, until I had this urge to get into the fetal position.
Right as I curled into a ball, track 7 began to play.
It was too much.
I'll leave you with a short poem.
"Sea, Sun, Finally"
My heart was Art
Cut from the frame
They left the part
Marked with my name
Bereft but snuggled in the skies of Kansas
I cried and started my new canvas
A self-alliance to carry me through burial.
--bt