Well,  I haven't posted anything in awhile.  I suppose now is as good a time as any to quench the thirst of enquiring minds (not that there are any regarding me).
A lot have been trying to contact me with little success, and I apologize.  I have been incredibly swamped with all sorts of interesting journeys.  For those that are incredibly far behind on the times,  I moved to San Francisco this past summer with my (at that time) girlfriend (now she's my wife! Yes. I'm married!) and moved back shortly after the daily $50 parking ticket, plus the exorbitant amounts of money for all-natural groceries from the ever popular Whole Foods Market, and the stupidly priced shoebox apartments with closets bigger than the living space themselves.  
Upon my return, I began working for a company called Axcera building television broadcasting systems, and due to the digital conversion that has now been held off until June, we have been asked to do not-mandatory-but-really-it-is-mandatory overtime (8 hours of O.T. a week). 
In November (the 7th to be exact),  I got married to my lovely Russian girl, Elena, and we have since bought a Jack Russell puppy named Pogo, and he is quite the delight.
other than that, I have just started school with Berklee College of Music's online program for my recording and production certificate, and will also be studying for my Pro Tools certification as well.  I'm hoping to be starting an internship very shortly at the studio I recorded my album (which is for sale on iTunes, Napster, Phapsody, Amazon MP3, and GroupieTunes) at, perhaps after the overtime is over with.
So, that's pretty much 2008 in a nutshell for me.  Thanks for tuning in.
I'm Tyler, your host.

 So, last night I had another strange dream pertaining to death and such. 
I was driving in my old Ford Explorer, which for those of you who don't know, was totaled over two years ago.  Driving on Muntown Rd., the road intersecting my street, on my way to the graveyard that is about a quarter mile from my house.  Pulling in, there was a building that sold tombstones and other things dealing in that nature making transport easy for such heavy items.  I was confused, as that building was never there before, but I knew that I had to do something there.   When I got out of the vehicle, an energetic man, late 40's, waddled up to me offering a firm hand shake.  He was wearing a gray suit with brown thread running through it in a way that formed little squares, perhaps, 3 sq. millimeters in size.  He had slicked back hair and thick glasses reminiscent of the fashion in the 60's.  Before releasing my hand, he told me that everything was gathered together and ready to go. 
 The dream flashed forward to him closing the tailgate of the Explorer and, again, shaking my hand.  
 I drove home and carried a pile to the backyard and tossed everything on the ground in front of the door to the basement.  My dad came down the stairs from the deck and came around to see, confirming that I did a good job and asked if I got the deal that was promised. 
 To answer his question, I began pulling the items off of the pile one by one.  The first was a poorly made coffin.  The wood was pine, but the stain made it look like a mahogany.  It was warped in such a way that it looked like cardboard that had dried up after being soaked in water for hours.  My father looked at it questionably and asked if that was what I really wanted.  I looked at him as though I knew he was right, but I didn't want to admit it.  Ignoring his question, I pulled the next item off, which was a large, brass cross with the year 1965 molded into the intersect.  As I pulled it off, the object underneathe of it broke and fell down the pile.  I looked down watching what fell, and a 12 in.  statue of Jesus with hands together, as if he were praying, landed on my foot.  It felt like a brick rolling over it, and I began to feel terrible sorrow.  Then I woke up.

  So, last night, I had a very long, intense and vivid dream. 

 I dreamt that I was playing a show at a small coffee house. I don't know which one. When I had come home, it was a new mansion with everything I have ever wanted. I had a wife and a son.
  It was late afternoon, and the sun was in the final stages of setting. I was in a circular, river-like pool in my backyard staring up at my big new house, taking pride in the fact that I had bought it with the money that I earned.  I looked down and noticed that there was a toy ship floating towards me in the water and then thought of my son and wife who were out somewhere having fun.  I grabbed the boat and got an immediate sense of my childhood coming back to me, and began playing with the boat.
  My friends were in the pool with me; Though I couldn't make out their faces, I could tell they were having fun doing other things and paying very little attention to me.  This went on for what seemed to be an hour or so, and then I saw a friend of mine run frantically from the house saying that I had an urgent phone call from the hospital. I got out of the pool and my mansion shifted into a graveyard, and my clothing had shifted from a swimsuit to a green army jacket and ripped blue jeans.  My face was no longer clean-shaven. Instead, a thick, bushy beard took over.  My skin was a bit more leathery and dry, and I could feel wrinkles were beginning to form around the corners of my eyes.  I looked out in front of me and saw old gravestones and began to shake at how real and sharp everything was.  I could count the grass blades around the stones and draw a picture of the moss growing on the lettering.  The graves were under a black, dead tree, shallow- about a foot deep- and in the hole of the larger stone was a beautiful woman, pale and wearing a white dress. Long, brown hair, slender face and the body of a model, late twenties. Her arms were crossed and I felt the same sick, cryptic feeling I felt when I saw my brother in his casket.  I looked at her 2 foot tall headstone and it read "Mrs. Tyler Stacy 2006 Beloved Wife". I looked to the right and laying next to her was a smaller hole, perhaps 6 inches deep, with a small boy, 3 or 4 years of age, pale and in a white suit, arms crossed.  I took a deep breath.  I looked up at his stone and it said "Gavin Stacy: 2006 beloved son." I fell to my knees and began to cry softly. I'm not sure why the stones said "2006" but it was clear that they had died at the same time/
 Throughout the whole dream, I always felt a presence right beside me, and in the corner of my eye, saw a black, formless figure;  It wasn't threatening. In fact, I could tell it felt sad for me. I got the feeling that it was there to show or tell me something, much like the Ghost of Christmas Future.
  As I turned to look at it for the first time, it began to disappear, and right before it left, I didn't so much see it, but I felt a frown of sorrow come from it as it slowly turned it's smoke-like head.
  For some reason, I've had a lot of vivid dreams about people around me dying.  Most dream specialists say that these dreams are nothing to worry about, as they usually mean that you will live a very long time, but something just kinda freaks me out about the realness of everything.
  I don't know. Just felt like sharing.

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I met a beautiful girl
few years ago
one to rely on
she was.
I burnt her fingers
cause another burnt mine
I watched her run and cry
all because I couldn't see
that the past goes in the pages
but the story begs for hope.
I doubt you'll ever read this
Just know I never loved myself
only you.
and that was the problem...
wasn't it?
Shame.

I watched the old man whisper to the Angels
His hands were briefly still
and in the seconds of silence...silence
he began to cry.
it was his tears that saved him
"Never die, Never die", he whispered
and the beauty of the Angels
resides only in his eye.

A murder of crows
down in the fields
carried his soul to me
I feel his hand on my shoulder
in everything I learn, everything I am
And I swear I saw the scarecrows dancing
I saw them burning in a Flame.
And, oh, the crows were laughing
There, I closed my eyes
and in that moment,...
I saw God.

Dragonfly, why are you here? you are ugly; leave me.
               I am here to make you feel beautiful.
Then stay with me.
               I cannot. You have just made yourself uglier than I.
Your truth threatens. I shall cast you away.
               So be it. But the ugliness of your soul shall protrude forever...
                      Sinner.
I am ashamed...