posted on February 26, 2012 at 7:56 pm

illumination of the golden ray

(this vision has been granted to me)

in the earliest days of our earth

they say our maker loved us still

and gifts were bestowed upon humanity freely

oh he lovingly shaped the womens faces in perfection

and he gave the men grace and honour

this beautiful creator

these beautiful gods

these incredible gorgeous chances

they took certain men and women

and lavished on them all divine talents

yes half gods they almost were

because their poetry was a spell calling forth wonder

their paintings were saturated in empathy and feeling

ah but their music was unearthly

impossible to describe

compared to this

our greatest symphony would be a dog barking

our most tender ballad a scraping door

our most lively song a dull ache

2 greatest of these musicians were

excelon the singer and rampion the composer

excelon looked like a queen and truly she was

no man who heard her sing did not fall in love

for she looked like aphrodite

but she sang like the widowed isis

her words seemed written by athene herself

but her manner was artemis or kali

lord rampion was a wild dissolute genius

his music made holy statues smile and shed blissful tears

within the space of one minute

within the time of one inch

rampion would conjure the darkness the light the pathos

so poignant musicians broke down in wonder to read his scores

so simple so incredibly huge like our universe itself

then so minute so complex so fragile so interconnected

divinity flowed through his arrangements

he broke every rule and proved them simultaneously

oh his music healed the broken hearts of old soldiers

deserted children sheltered within his softest lullabyes

every nation on our earth had an anthem composed by him

there are no words to describe his stuff

marvellous seems a pale and lifeless word for his work

it was loose yet so precise like a cat taking a bird out of the sky

yes his music quicker than this then slower than forever

musicians who played his symphonies were cured of illnesses

audiences sat stunned and amazed

together they had absolutely everything

it was too much

so unbearably brilliant was their collaboration

it taxed them greatly to perform it at all

they were both subject to the ecstasies that afflict us all here

and so charged was their song

even for they were not immune themselves

can you imagine music at once chaotic yet structured like a mathematical law

inducing deep profound silent reveries a hundredfold more than opium

inducing orgasms which pierced eternity

inducing a joy that was like grief

inducing pineal to release river of DMT

inducing astral selves to rise in dream like sir percival in albion

inducing visions of unending lives

the glory of our gods manifestations as all things living

inducing therefore union in unity within a unified field

the audience transported telepathed sent

lord rampion had mystified his admirers again

oh yes the ladies swooned for rampion

not because of his handsomeness tho he was no doubt that

not for his wealth or his fame though both were seemingly endless

but rampions music spoke to them deep within

deep within a most private and sacred place

deep within where pleasure and prayer are juxtaposed like snakes

deep within each woman in a deep place only a woman could understand

there rampions orchestral thrusts and feints did most surely inflame

yes of course the men loved his music too

that is a given

but the women of those times adored his sounds

for he combined the pain of woman deeper than mens

but he included the propensity for love that guides her

greater than mans

her pleasures her punishments

yes deeper than any man had ever gone before with music

rampion delved deep in the female principle

and he found a bliss that blew his mind

and he found rivers of sensual delights unknown to man

the old ladies

the mature and fertile women

the young girls and female babes

oh all hearkened to rampions strange tune

what were his ingredients but all sounds on earth….?

the sound of a sun slipping into a sky

the sound of a thought lingering on from a dream

the sound of apollos love for ishtar the temple whore

the sound of butterflies roaring as if in vacuum

the sound of safety and warmth and trust

the sound of food and home and sweet summer rain

the sound of sand and water

the song of steel the song of war

the song of prophets the song of the drug addicts

the song of the delirious genius imploding within his own enigma

the torture of endless possibility of creating intoxicating masterpieces

with but one note….

now excelon the queen of voice was to man as rampion was to woman

well her words and the way she sang oh she played every part at once

and she had overtones of spirit

and she had undertones of creature

and yes she was more graceful than a planet

and she never sang one false note or word and could not

in every appearance she was different

shockingly unrecognisably different

how could she contain so many looks…?

people tried to imitate  but she had already transformed on

oh the men paid her song close attention

coupled ferociously with rampions music

yes her words and his music complemented the other

yes her lovely words sometimes fucked his music

and then stabbed men with their anger and shame

yes her words

and his godlike music inculcated beauty that was bewilderment

together they were titans

together they were the alpha and omega

they had everything between them

her voice which had the power to revoke impotence and sickness

the voice which resonated in brains balls and bones

the voice which whispered glimpses of godly mystery

the voice which whispered pure filth as if in abandon and rut

the voice which spoke of nirvana and mother and child and soul

and her words which were koans which were a cant which were inexplicable

in every language in no language at all

her voice and words did not promise joy

there were joy unto themselves

they alluded to nothing but wonder

yet they were intimate

each man secretly believed she addressed only him

in his heart of hearts her song blossomed as rapture

an energising stimulant a soothing painkiller

men in love with her were as mad lovers in the heat of it all

yes somehow she reached inside the mens hearts and garments

and she used her voice and her words to weave gossamer chains

and the men were then gladly bound in bondage to her glorious song

and each listened to each song in eternal astonishment at its power

and never did one grew tired not ever …..


tomorrow part 2













53 Responses to “shot silk”

  1. avatar
    Anonymous | 26 February 2012 at 8:37 pm #

    This is wonderful magical potent stuff. Timelessly mythic yet created overnight – the hallmark of Classic SK.

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    princey | 26 February 2012 at 9:33 pm #

    yes, anonymous@8.37pm, nicely said and totally agree with a “wow”!!

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 26 February 2012 at 10:07 pm #

    Inside you burns the fire of a great teacher , a great professor ….I love ur history lessons over all these…(wow)….many many years.
    Though u may stray off course a bit, ur recollections of past events is uncanny.
    Yeah…Professor Kilbey …. I presume…

    U r unheralded…lead us down the pathway to enlightenment or help us find English Lit 2-(LoL)…its on the second floor…right??? ….a little help would be nice someone….

    Darrin JK

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    colette | 26 February 2012 at 10:42 pm #

    In the absence of the rampant rampion, and of shot silk, (the reappearance of which seems cyclic in nature and the effects having been experienced and not forgotten), I will make like Cleopatra and bathe in asses’ milk.

  5. avatar
    Estelle M | 26 February 2012 at 11:10 pm #

    This was an absolute pleasure to read…
    Looking forward to part 2.

  6. avatar
    IncorrectPolitically | 26 February 2012 at 11:48 pm #

    Blow it all up…there Is no cooler sight in all the world than when a massive , ugly, man- made massacre of a building getting imploded. It’s just plain fun…
    What would u pay $5 to seen blown up???
    For me, that’s easy…M. Night Sham- a- movie’ s career, oh wait…he did that on his own. How can a director make Unbreakable, Signs and the Sixth and than make huge garbage like the last 5 nameless movies.
    Movies are supposed to b fun, he captured that once…now its so long gone.
    So, just blow up a watermelon, that way no one gets hurts but the Mellon and the Mellon activists, striving for a safer world for large ass fruit.

    “Viva…Ala Mellon” !!!


  7. avatar
    Chank | 27 February 2012 at 12:00 am #

    Stunning. If we can imagine this healing, ravaging music, is it true our brains and souls and our creativity know it’s possible? Waiting for more.

  8. avatar
    ChknAssassins*\*/* | 27 February 2012 at 12:00 am #

    Poultry for President !!!

    Fuck the Democrats and Republicans !!! Fill that white house with hundreds of kluckers…let’s see Iran talk its way out of nuclear oblivion with a room full of beaks – blood- and feathers…
    If we shouldn’t eat them convince them to train and becomevelite killing machine(s).

    Those are some bad- ass birds ya got there !!!!

    (message brought to you by the council for equality amongst ( mmm…the sugary sweet coated) peeps, chickens , roosters, and hens…live and love proud my feathered friends never ever forget Uncle Ray- Ray…he was a massive Turkey of a Bird).

    CluckMan ($$”*”$$)

  9. avatar
    Chank | 27 February 2012 at 12:11 am #

    Before you wrote it, it existed but it hadn’t entered the consciousness and the awareness. Thank you for bringing it to awareness.

  10. avatar
    andy | 27 February 2012 at 3:39 am #

    mmmmmm……..quite epic.
    speaking of epic productions,
    rammstein’s gig at the LG arena,birmingham,uk last night was the most handsomely mounted show i have ever seen….and iv’e seen a lot.
    the audience around me were utterly blown away by it all.
    however,i did notice a chap only a few rows away with a church tee on,
    and i wondered if like me he’d happily trade the whole thing in for a certain four blokes with battered olde guitars ‘n jeans singing ‘on angel street’.
    huge sets and effects,rockets,lasers,AMAZING pyrotechnics et all,and…
    on point in being churlish here, a VERY competent band.
    but……you can tell it’s the same show every night in every city in the whole world.
    no flying without a musical safety net like the spontaneous amorphous wonderfulness that is the church. ie: a living breathing quest for truth and beauty….every show exists in it’s own moment….hence the term ‘momentous’.
    epic = momentous?
    empty vessels make the most sound.
    so there you have it, the church…one of the very few rock bands that actually made it past the caterpillar stage instead of hauling a stunted version of themselves around the world pandering to the unimaginative.
    don’t get me wrong…i enjoyed the show,
    but i thank god steve,that you ‘n the druids have stayed true!
    to yourselves and us…..
    along with only a handfull of others you guys are my most favourite and important people on this planet.
    rock on forever killer…as only you can!

    • avatar
      andy | 27 February 2012 at 3:46 am #

      due to my dyslexia…..line ten should begin:’no point in being churlish here’ rather than’on point in being churlish here’
      sorry ’bout this…but it’s always been a bit of a struggle to write coherently!

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        BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 27 February 2012 at 8:22 am #

        That was awesome my friend…but u have some explaining to do !!! Like the mp3 u emailed me. Does someone else know I actually have it??? R u gonna tell me the story behind it already???? Your killing me here , Mr. Lee…fuggn killing ME !!!
        That was a great read, I know first hand how busy u can get , and I think we all benefit if you can find 5 minutes out of almost everyday and share with us ur insights, many here would appreciate that dearly… Me being one…


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      thetimebeing | 27 February 2012 at 6:15 am #

      thanks andy
      i hope you see us play again soon1

  11. avatar
    song here somewhere | 27 February 2012 at 4:20 am #

    inspiring, awesome, the hills are alive with the sound of music

  12. avatar
    . | 27 February 2012 at 4:30 am #

    even the beings from nibiru came to hear them
    along with their empathic and telepathic abilities
    and they broadcast their songs throughout the nebula
    reaching an even wider audience of sentient existence
    and moments of total peace did visit the universe
    as the jealous gods did fancy themselves on holiday,
    removed from their tedious labors of prayer granting
    but the mortals had stumbled upon something more potent
    hail excelon and rampion beneath the drum kit moons

  13. avatar
    Steven Krut | 27 February 2012 at 4:39 am #

    “inducing orgasms which pierced eternity” This guy’s albums would be MASSIVE sellers. He’d run out of shelf space from all the Grammys he’d win. Every wrinkled piece of clothing he indifferently pulled on each day would become fashion sensations. People would get trampled to death rushing the gates at his concerts, so he’d have to refrain from touring. Retreat into the studio like The Beatles. Online piracy of his songs would be so rampant that the entire Internet would get shut down. Ha-ha! Can’t wait for part 2.

    Hey, Steve, I made a video for Reappearance:

    • avatar
      thetimebeing | 27 February 2012 at 6:13 am #

      love the vid !

    • avatar
      DavidP | 27 February 2012 at 11:31 pm #

      “fee fi fo fum
      om mani padme hum”
      wonder what Jeffrey thought of that line when he first heard it
      nice tune interesting lyrics
      like the other one i heard today, you will remain

  14. avatar
    colette | 27 February 2012 at 4:48 am #

    seek and you shall find, I’ve heard

  15. avatar
    Michel | 27 February 2012 at 5:53 am #

    I hope it ends well, but the words “intoxicating masterpieces” frightened me.
    Don’t know why, but I think “Mercury Towers” could be a nice soundtrack to this first part of the story…

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 February 2012 at 6:45 am #

    amazing magical stuff —– steeev you’re such a sweet insane delirious genius — one peculiar detail: neurophysiology references seem to be (one of) the signs that your spirit soars — hope it sustains the levitation *hugs*

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    Chaotic Embrace | 27 February 2012 at 1:27 pm #

    What’s at stake…everything
    What do they have to lose…everything
    Why are we even having this conversation…why
    The transformation is nearly complete-
    In just a matter of days there will be four.
    Where once there was only one…just one
    What will the world do…nothing
    What or who can stop this…nobody
    Why did this happen…
    …its an illness the writings and drawings were everywhere.


  18. avatar
    Anonymous | 27 February 2012 at 4:14 pm #

    hi its me the envious jealous sad unoriginal little man who writes nasty things in the comments
    ok are you ready for this one?
    i havent commented for a while …it took me a long time to come up with this too
    when you read it you’ll realise i’m quite an unoriginal and dull fellow
    still here it is
    in all its inane childish banality
    here goes
    “You crack me up….still, after all this time. Nice photo of you doing a poo face”
    see i told you i was a miserable wretched moron
    and i am
    in spades!!

    • avatar
      Jonathan Andrews | 28 February 2012 at 11:27 pm #

      Dear anonymous….. I must be on the same wave length. While I appreciated the history lesson this rather cracked me up. I will continue with my wretched moronic self and dive back into Der Ring Des Nibelungen. This amazing masterpiece may be the stuff of which Steve writes. This work takes me back down its cavernous hole, once again.

  19. avatar
    Meg Manestar | 27 February 2012 at 8:53 pm #


  20. avatar
    Ryan | 27 February 2012 at 9:07 pm #

    Beautifully written. I forgot the room around me for a few brief moments.

  21. avatar
    DavidP | 27 February 2012 at 11:39 pm #

    sir percival still on his esoteric quest
    percival the perfect fool
    percival purposeful
    percival perceives evil
    percival to perceive all?
    and do you sk yet know what magic words to utter to make your spirit fly through the astral sky?

  22. avatar
    That Girl | 28 February 2012 at 7:52 pm #

    These two seem to be to delishingly good to be true , be careful there SK !
    part two has my attention , oh yeah !

  23. avatar
    Heather Daydream | 28 February 2012 at 8:05 pm #

    agree with anon and princey and chank and DavidP….

    fuck wow classic

  24. avatar
    colette | 29 February 2012 at 2:19 am #

    MMmm I’m not sure about the creating over night comment. I feel this may have been being drafted and redrafted up until fairly close to publication. I suspect. Unless rampion’s foresight is that insightful. It’s just a hunch. I mean rampion is obviously still digesting well after lunch despite the photo. As a fellow human, it’s something I can empathise about. That and deliberately bad grammar. Once that would have made me outraged and maybe I’ve returned to a state of unhealthy repression or co dependence, but I am no longer surprised and convincing myself that I’m generously accepting. I wonder if excelon is about to explode, appearing ‘shockingly unrecognisably different’? Perhaps not even she can say. Maybe she speaks every language and yet no language because she actually ain’t got that much to say! Anyway, it’s way too late 🙂

  25. avatar
    Anonymous | 29 February 2012 at 3:13 am #

    when’s tomorrow?

  26. avatar
    andy | 29 February 2012 at 8:21 am #

    that is actually the funniest comment you’ve ever written!
    there’s hope for you yet……

  27. avatar
    colette | 29 February 2012 at 9:48 am #

    Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow…. she is about to fall into a state of catatonia for a bit. It’s not that she doesn’t want to speak. It’s that she can’t. She doesn’t know where to start and has to start on the catatonia of walking through malls,up and down aisles of supermarkets, back and forth to the laundry, in and out of the kitchen, back and forth to the bin.It is cruel of society to expect such women to fit into these limits. She does it for love and it makes her dumb. Therefore she is about to become catatonic for a little bit.

    • avatar
      Anonymous | 1 March 2012 at 6:58 am #

      dazed beautiful and bruised

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    Scoot | 29 February 2012 at 4:09 pm #

    all good to you Steve.
    your work is fantastic, have no fear.
    saw you at the zoo – great gig – cant wait for the next one.
    saw you at Bondi to day ducking showers – roll on summer…….
    new album is mighty fine too

  29. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 1 March 2012 at 12:35 am #

    Depression is a faceless, nameless, unbiased, non- racial, unaffected by culture or age…disease. It has many definitions and definitions and the like. It is a serious disease, please help those in need. Please lend q hand, an ear, a hug, a smile.
    The cure for depression remians forever unknown but its origins are guessed upon by so many.
    I suffer from Severe Major Depression w/ Acute Panic and Anxiety Disorder, I am the 1% who are extremely allergic, basically full on toxic reaction to any/ all psycotropic medications. This , this disease is hereditary in ky family and was dormant in me until the accident and the chronic pain , degenerations, disabilities, set forth.
    I look like everyone else , I carry the stigmata deep inside.
    If you know anyone who suffers with any form of mental illness, please be there for thence help them in any way you possibly can. Because it is a living, breathing, nightmare…and if we could we, the afflicted, would help everyone possible so they do jot feel the pain that is…

    Darrin JK

    • avatar
      Cocoamo | 1 March 2012 at 10:35 am #

      Darrin – Intractable pain is depressing to anyone, a deep, black downward spiral; you do not have to be predisposed in that direction. Doing pain therapy, I have seen people go from being near suicidal to cheerful as they were helped. I wish you could find someone to help you.

      Your Friend in Pennsylvania
      (Now in Cocoa Beach)

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        BrokenToysAndHeros | 1 March 2012 at 3:08 pm #

        You are a very sweet and caring person, id like u to close ur eyes for a minute and imagine those individuals that the system DOES unfortunately fail. Iv seen it all, done most of it all ( medically) , iv been ECTd mutiple times – that alone is absolutely incomprehensible.
        My chronic and acute pain ( all of it it its many shapes and forms including severe chronic insomnia) , along with a recently extensive discovery of wide spread mental health illnesses thru many past generations that mostly ended up institutionalized, or tragically took their own lives, and I’m talking an excess of 15 ancestors.
        The cards were stacked against me and I didn’t even know it. Do u believe for one second that I would have had 2 children knowing the family ‘history’ that I know now. My cousin, who’s mom was unfortunate, recently reconnected with me ( we share the same age, birthday, etc.. she’s 1 hour older, haven’t seen her in 25+ years, looks just like me, our mothers were half- sisters what a beautiful connection…kept from both of us because of our parents transgressions). She DECIDED not to have children…. to adopt, because she didnt want to pass the ‘ gene’ to her offsprings. She just informed me a month ago that her nephew has been diagnosed with Severe Depression…he is 18 years old. That’s her older brothers son.
        My point in all this. ..
        For the many that can and are helped in the destructive illness that is Depression and its many dark passengers…bless all of u and good luck…sincerely…
        There are also some of us that there is no helping. Until people can admit that the cancer is terminal, the tumor is unoperable, the mental illness is incurable…than those people will turn their energies back to those they can help and just say a prayer for us others and our families.

        Yeah…I was electrocuted into a grand-mal seizure many times, look it up people…it isn’t pretty, and a lot of the information u will surely uncover is biased by the advocates for ‘ electroshock’ ….fuck….this seems like an incrediblly intelligent audience.
        Ask yourselves this: if ECT is the be all, cure all technique for so many mental illnesses…than why don’t u see mass marketing in magazines, radio, telly, commercials, fucking billboards !!! Instead of their countless pills , that only now magically cure everything like some 1820’s elixir…hahahahaaaa
        Because it is ELECTROCUTION…often…mutiple times…its deadly, dangerous, and medicines dark fucking secret. Hell, they don’t even perform labotomies anymore…but they will fry ur fuckn brain in the dark damp cold basements of hospitals, some right where ur living now !!!!
        That’s the truth boys and girls. The side efects, the memory loss, …who in their RIGHT mind would agree to such a awful thingn Mr. Ernest Heminway was ECTd for his ‘depression’ and took his own life shortly afterwards because x he list the ability to create…to write…to be.
        I have forgotten scales, books, people, years, recipes….I struggle with the guitar wonetineex my Händel move faster than my mind…it had to catch up…I make mistakes. You would be surprised at the stuff it ‘erases’ permanently from ur mind. It’s called ‘deactivation’ .
        So, please , everyone take care of each other…
        If you know someone who needs help, offer a guiding hand.
        A smile , alone, goes a million miles towards helping people…than a frown…


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          BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 1 March 2012 at 3:31 pm #

          Iv done countless sleep studies, pain studies, this study and that.
          Years and years…
          Drug trials and the like. I’m actually documented as a series of letters/#’s as a case study gone terribly wrong for my severe reaction to Cymbalta, Lexapro, Seroquel, Prozac, Ativan ( very dangerous hypnotic tranquilizer ) , Abilify, assorted other antipsycotics and antidepressants…to many to list…my incredible therapist/psycologist had to step in hard to stop all the madness over 2 years ago or they would have tried to continue the mania- not caring about me…aka the fuckin patient !!!
          Has anyone ever seen a person go into a full manic state from a medication reaction from psycotropic drugs ???…. my children , wife, and so called medical professionals have.
          It’s not pretty !!!!!


  30. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 March 2012 at 6:24 am #

    thanks Andy… though, I was talking about Part 2 (as written within the blog’s entry, it would be here “tomorrow”); though, that still is so cuz tomorrow, tomorrow, there’s always tomorrow… I forget the rest of the lines to that song (cute little girl, she was). no deepnesss nor humor intended but you’re right – taken out of context, quite funny and/or deep; oops, I dunno! – and wasn’t even sure you were talking about me as “anon”; there are so many of us — still not sure which one I am – anyway: I used to have a name on my comments but that computer function that remembers your reply name on my computer quit working at some point for awhile — and it was just easier! Hope all are well.

    …check back again (for Part 2) tomorrow! Part 1 was real good!

  31. avatar
    ASSMIDGET | 1 March 2012 at 3:33 pm #

    The Earth is under rule of those who worship Toby Keith and those Disney Channel girls. Dark days ahead

  32. avatar
    Anonymous | 1 March 2012 at 4:00 pm #

    The World’s Most Deranged Blogger

  33. avatar
    Michel | 1 March 2012 at 5:21 pm #

    Tomorrow never knows…
    We have to be patient…
    Maybe Steve is painting, writing new songs, or simply searching for a bit of inspiration hidden somewhere in Bondi Beach…
    I definitely love suspension points…

  34. avatar
    colette | 1 March 2012 at 7:26 pm #

    Crap catatonia was boring. I’m going to try Catalonia instead. I’ve heard the supermarkets and malls there are really nice. And I might get a tat and a belly piercing too to improve my mood. I think I’ll get a nice butterfly on my thigh, but nice and high so it’s tasteful and all you know. Yeah so, I’m having a break from the laundry. Which means I just have to bring a huge load back with me and will be ensconced with the washing machine for god knows how long then. But it’s nice to get a change of sink or somethink I think. Oh and before when I said ‘dumb’, I meant ‘dame’ pronounced like in French. I think that’s classy and fitting for someone whose been to Catalonia. No?

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    linjo | 1 March 2012 at 8:57 pm #

    I think that the most beautiful things ‘god’ created were the arab horse and the siamese cat, from an aesthetic view and of course a beautiful woman. Andy glad you were in awe of Rammstein. I am still listening to your cd and slowly getting into it. I have noticed with regard to depression (apart from the boozy woozy) that caffeine is a major come down. Of course Darrin that only slightly touches the surface. Chronic pain must be so debilitating mentally. x

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      BrokenToysAndHeros | 2 March 2012 at 10:26 am #

      Your so spot on !!!!
      I rarerly ever drink, than its a glass of Port…
      I do not smoke, mommy nurture aside…
      I have not had caffeine ( pop, coffee and the like…chocolate not included)
      No caffeine in so many years…
      I try – try to remain positive, with my odd sense of humor.
      Pain and all aside…I miss sleeping the most.
      I truly miss what a good nights sleep and the refreshment that is the prize.
      As a new day is outlined with warm comforting light and energy of abundance.


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    linjo | 2 March 2012 at 6:34 pm #

    Darrin I cant imagine being able to cope with much if I didn’t sleep. Yes indeed it is a prize that conquers much. I will never ever again question Steve’s pot smoking. I concede it is probably the best addiction to have (as I down another bourbon) xxx

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      Chaotic Embrace | 3 March 2012 at 10:37 pm #

      Well I don’t believe it was addiction in Steve’ s part, it may have been boredom which turned to control than slightly out of control. I believe he has the strength to chose upon or turn away from any vice of addiction. He just may enjoy something greatly more than something else if u can dance with H for over 10 and stroll away basically unscathed other than , some $$$ woes , ur the luckiest bloke or the clever- est.
      I vote on the clever angle, than some bad luck than counted on to our moderator on the actual departure.
      Pot or whatever u wanna reefer it to as, is far greater a controllable ‘ addiction’ because I believe there is no addiction. It’s using mommy nurture in the best way that suits you (buiorvw hemp rope for Duncan it ya want to) . To calm, to excite, to eat, to sleep, to enjoy, to laugh, seldomly to cry, to enjoy again, ….when for some time, enjoyment was far from reality.

      SK and the enjoyers of this green Earth , have it under control. The SOULS who do not, are typically troubled by other forces and establishments like to throw rocks at ‘madame kush’ as the culprit. We know that not to b true and pray heavily for those who are >>>~<<< troubled.


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    danny | 3 March 2012 at 4:08 am #

    Steve…for some reason I feel compelled to thank you for all the incredible music you have created over the years…which has enriched my life and many others…Blurred Crusade being a personal face…I’m sure you are aware of all your dedicated fans in Minneapolis…in a world of countless musicians…the Church somehow came up with their own language

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