Originally written as a response to my friend Leroy Kafka's Midnight Musings and edited for your read. Responses are welcomed and encouraged....

Decay is the legacy of America, it's true national pastime. Its the way of the locust, what we know as commerce and industry. It is why your idols loose steam after 10 years and you wish they would have had the same fate Hendrix, Redding or Joplin did, never get to see them burn out, become invertebrate liberals who never seem to be able to match what they did at 21. If violence is the language of America, then decay is the body, the true life blood, how it breathes, it's rhyme and reason for existing. Preservation is its negative and guilt is a foreign concept, just take an inventory of how many trees there where in Manhattan 500 years ago, take a gander at the Washington Redskins logo or spend the afternoon in the upper west side with all the Jamaican women babysitting the children of Obama supporting white liberals and you will know what I am talking about. It is why America is so fascinated with stories of Vampires or of colonizing aliens who vehemently desire the flesh and blood of the human body, a subliminal admission of the ways of the west. It is why a song or dance from last year is old school and why we feed ourselves toxins and are addicted to pain. Babe Ruth is not the true symbol of America, the Oil Baron is. To preserve is too risky, preservation implies something is built to last, it carries time with it and we learn from it's structure, dents, bruises and cuts what was, a reminder most needed. It is why they flood us with agents to help us forget, soma for our sleepwalk. Memory is the assassin in the wings, ready to strike at the shogun. She is ethereal in form, requires host to inhabit and these days all the hosts are too busy letting there nightmares dwell in her proper place. Memory could make us all sane.

Core Rhythm - 2008