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[devstvenikvchera]

Every day you take the train to work. Dozing in and out of consciousness all the way. At the appointed time you rouse yourself and prepare for the doors to open and you step out onto the shiny platform. One of many worker ants following the trail you have blazed. The new day hammer bangs the anvil relentlessly like a spirit hangover. While the background radiation from the ghosts of a million travellers screens out the faces of the trudging crowd around you.
Some days it’s different.
You step off the train and you can see all the commuters moving in slow motion. As you hit the platform the holy energy surge fires right through and you glide past the early morning congestion chaos untouched by commuter blindness.
Embracing the crowded view with every step, channelling a rushing giddiness and laughing.
Feeling the city hit you with a waft of fumes and noise as you exit the station
Then it’s time for breakfast.




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[TheBigDan]

Download everything.
Skypilot AndyJ does it the best.

[devstvenikvchera]

But really this has no meaning to scents of the forest. Unfolding within me notice of truth as it is. Not as you wish it fluidity of the moment. Each crack of - I felt the warm humid breeze carrying the refined - this sense within me. My unease became giddiness twig sound of scurrying song of bird. The hot air under the forest canopy. I as I allowed myself to become open. Notes - the corners of my mouth swayed becoming intoxicated on its thick in the forest shapes regulated by my twitching.
Female forms appeared and my head - to meet his piercing stare breathing. Pan was standing closer and I - our heart and resound within your skull. When he spoke it was with my own voice I felt the invisible tendrils of the earth pre disorientation. ’Let the words come feel them lift from y. Free them with your mouth’. In through my feet and hands the I felt the invisible tendrils of the earth pre eyes. A hot vapour in my throat cooled - sensation spread to my chest cheeks and and words came. ‘Taste the living earth the living earth grows green in my mind’
Left by the departed Pan I viewed a quivering mirth hung in the air - an imp of the language of birds held me - the scene about me with new eyes. The brimy mind and a restfulness sat lightly on - firm in the moment. No thoughts clouded my chest.
The living earth grows green in my mind by men as they are - uneasy when I reveal a quivering mirth hung in the air - an imp he has harnessed all nature when in truth the scene about me with new eyes. The bri realm that bides its time waiting. The fau firm in the moment. No thoughts clouded very existence - each action of their day and my chest. Ancient led in the forest shapes regulated by my - the air around him stood my head to meet his piercing stare. Then was the only beast to make war eyes. A hot vapour in my throat cooled - man I have never sought to be worshipped. Them - what they truly are man believes - taste the living earth. He is merely a dictator of a malcontent left by the departed Pan.
Night is an act of worship. Man has my mind and a restfulness sat lightly on me and created his own god to suit his - so I say to you it is time you took a low rumbling off to my left in the be Be gone wretched curse of man. Scents of the forest unfolding within me of its engine and blades cut through fluidity of the moment. Each crack of oppressive sound that I willed to pass refined this sense within me. I began to - filled me with disgust. Be gone wretched - aware of it my unease became giddiness the hot air under the forest canopy.






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[devstvenikvchera]

Glad you could tap into it Wally.
I hadn't thought about Electric Ladyland voices. It goes to show all the stuff you absorb lodges itself and resurfaces from time to time. Slowing down and reversing the human voice releases a weird primal element. Unnerving yet familiar
Bird song, however, is like aural nectar.

[devstvenikvchera]

Just been up to Edinburgh to work.
Nice town.
I'm trying to remember the trip but it's all a bit hazy.
Edinblur in fact.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z2kcMLHT-14

[devstvenikvchera]

Alright folks, long time no post, here's the latest http://www.youtube.com/v/EhvnF2KOQHc

[TheBigDan]

Nice work, AndyJ. The soundtrack is wonderful.
I am grateful for your random acts of friendship.
I went back and had a look at The Adventures of Airy and Ryan and was bummed out to see that quite a bit has been deleted. My favorite part that I wrote was the dance of the Grateful Dead skeletons, and that's gone, along with many other parts. Ryan's heroic battle with Gaspirella is gone.
I had saved all of it but I had a problem with my hard drive and accidently deleted it, so it seems to be gone forever.
Don't know if this was done by someone on purpose or by accident, or if it just got blown away by a geomagnetic storm.