..in the age of super boredom,Hype and mediocrity,celebrate relentlessness,menace to society.....

First post in the new year.As for the band, we are still working in our well known manner - slowly and progressive. Anyway, I always felt that the relevant frequency for the good band is a song per month or two, at least, but not less.Since now we have eight songs finished, I can make an aproximate estimation that Eon blue void's first LP will be out somewhere in summer.We will post new songs on my space, as soon as we finish with the authorisation of those songs in current administrative organisation.
As for the other things....well, just look around. Scratch the surface.This world is becoming a kingdom of morons. Each day I read about some great thing in the papers. Lattest highlight. Some crook lady in some village in Thailand told that she saw ghost of her dead grandmah, and on the very next day, the water spring came pouring from her garden. She declared that that was a gift from Buddha, so she invited all the people around the country to come and see the miracle. And of course to bring some money. Not for her, but to leave it next to the spring. So mass of pilgrims came along, drinking " holly" water, hoping it would cure most severe deseases...The local authorities sent inspection to estimate the quality of the water from the "holly" spring, but as soon as they arrived, the spring stopped leeking, and continued at exact time the last of them left mentioned lady's backyard. Since then,that was an obvious sign of " divine intervention" ,so even the worst skeptics were conviced that the spring was a gift from Buddha. People kept on arriving in wast numbers, drinking the water, pouring it all over their cancers, tumors, woons ,bellies that were unable to carry the fetuses and hell knows what else. During all that time, noble lady didn't charge a single nickel for the usage of her spring. She just insisted that people bring gifts ( preferably money in paper form rather than coins, since Buddha wears light garment and coins might thore his pants and pockets, and it was easier for him to calculate the money, I guess....). So that sharade went on and on, until the persistent inspectors from the community service who were in charge of health control in the region one night sneaked into the yard and collected water samples. The result was really astonishing, in that form that you can really call noble lady a Godess....the "holly spring" was redirected canalization water, redirrected from Mrs. Goodie 's neighbour junction pipe.Junctioned by Mrs.  Generosity and her neighbour ( only if it wasn't Buddha with monkey wrench redirecting the pipes). So basically, the pilgrims were drinking and bathing in shit. Litterally. So the shit has hit the fan ( or should I say stomaches ), resulting with mass diarrhoea and other infections. The pilgrims were stubborn beyond every possible imagination - they still claimed that was a holly spring (ok, shitty holly spring ), and they conducted a climax of this story - performing rithual vomiting in Mrs. Canalisation backyard.
I wasn't astonished by the fact they belived the spring was holly - every now and then Catolic church declares a miracle  regarding icons and statues that start crying, or bleeding. From their eyes, noses, brests,even asses ( I refer to the South park  episode  Red  slaig down). Not to mention those lunatics from Arisona, who bring venomous snakes to their sermons, taking them in their hands and declaring that it is God's will weather they are to be bitten by rattlesnakes or not. It's really amusing seeing them without fingers,parts of their arms or not seeing some of them at all - if they get bitten, they don't allow doctors to give them antidote, since, as they say, "their life is in the hand of Jesus". I am considering myself to be an agnostic, and stupidities like this make me even declare as an atheist. Why? Well, I really have deep respect for the people that are spiritual, even if their faith consider beliving in pink toster that has power of a deity. As long as someone's faith is true, I don't care - If the person is deeply commited to what he/she belives in, I will not mock them. But, I really want to see a drop of ratio in all that. Is it too much to ask, that you use your brains, instead of your fear? In the case of rattlesnake worshippers - they are interesting only in a way that they remind me on famous snake cult from Conan the Barbarian movie. But I doubht that Dino de Laurentis has anything to do with theese morons, neather James Earl Johnes is their high priest - the snake is going to bite you if you poke it - and that is a simple fact. No divine intervention is neccessary for them to bite you or not. Of course, leaders of those cults are somewhat people that could be called the snake charmers - so they mainly survive the snake poking sessions. Also, snake is not going to poison you neccesarelly - sometimes they just bite you without releasing the poison, but rattlesnake's bite is severe even without the venom - they have strong sharp hook -alike teeth, thet chop body parts.. So it's that simple - some moron pokes  the snake, it bites him, but he remains unpoisoned, weather by the snake's accidental remorse or the fact that he took an antidote (if he is not complete moron, but just a crook), and there you have it - a preacher who proved the strenght of Jesus. Ok,now it's time for an old joke that came to my mind. An old men roams the scorched fields of middle east....so he founds Jesus sitting on a rock."I am sorry,young man", says the old guy,"I am looking for my son."."What does he looks like?",asks Jesus.Old man says : "Well, he hass nails in both of his palms, and he has nails in both of his leggs...". Jesus :" DADDY!!!!". Old man :"PINNOCHIO!!!!!".Well, a little blasphemy isn't going to make me end up in a Devil's party stew...I reserved that place long ago buy screwing 14 old teen girl. Or stealing money from the church for heroin.
That's it for now.....just keep in mind you are on your own in this life. you get born, you live, you die.And that's the end. Sorry, but fuck you and have a nice death. That's called human death cycle. Of course,you can scratch your balls and leave enough DNA in some box so one day in future, you can be cloned. I mean, if they managed to clone Sigourney Weaver (as Butters says : I thought I saw Sigourney weaver, but it turned out to be a dead horse ), why wouldn't we get cloned.
Covenant - Dreams of a cryotank. Perfect music for this mood.

We dance to the sound of sirens, and we watch genocyde to relax.

SkyScream
Eon Blue Void.