I-80 on the hill above Sacramento looks down on the city like it was grown of the distant earth. I wrote that line in the header of this post in a song a long time ago called “California” after returning here to its hearth land from a road trip and camping in the country, and feeling the mutant heathen pulsation of millions of cars streaming in and out of the hub of nowhere, ie. Sacramento. Which, when taken out of the metaphysical rant context is a really cool city, deep down inside. And that is where I go today. I will need ninja skills to mind my way through the dark side of the mall, where my computer will be repaired. And then I will rely heavily on psychic barriers to escape again. Then, the underworld of Mid-Town will rise around me, and I will rely on my wits to deceive the trickery of city lazedness.

Sacramento is the only city that has broken my heart, and though I am over it now, I still carry a certain spite for it.

Oh, and I really don’t like malls. Even when I am in the mood to be a consumer, and throw myself on the altar of nose hair trimmers and hair product and gucci suits, this feeling of utter dismay creeps over me long before I actually enter them. I feel as if it wouldn’t be suprising if for instances the mall itself would visually dissolve and reveal the entrance to you know where. Et cetera. For some dumb reason I could go on.

Things that are in the works:
I will have digital artwork to accompany “Midnight Door” up soon on the site.
Most importantly (for me at least) this shall include thank you’s and lyrics. And some other stuff.
The video for Closure will be up very soon, perhaps this Monday.
A couple more shows to add here, a total of 4 in November (and counting).

So thanks for continuing to check in and I apologize for flooding you with my untowards sentiments in regards to malls. Though I have a feeling you might know what I am talking about!