Plastic Mermaids | Dollshot [a fleeting poem]

Plastic Mermaids – Floating in a Vacuum

a daydream however far it floats will always be but a fleeting midnight ghost

don’t believe that the mission is familiar — for the mission is actually bizarre and somewhat of a galactic mar

a reverie that is not quite so familiar — a reverie that is somewhat exotic and lonesome to the man with the piano and ghastly synthesizer

how happy are the little minions of aspirations — please never tire of the minute and waning hope

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Dollshot – Nacht and Träume

the midnight muse is on its way to visit the little girl — now quite sleepy she begins to breath quite easy

how happy is the victim of the vivid nightmare — how gently she goes down to the pale and weary children of the mire

I saw the esoteric place of a lost generation and oh how i mourned the empty dream of an empty veneration

do not be sad by how ruthless she is and do not cry when it comes to an end — everything will come together in the end

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Why I’m Deactivating All Of My Social Media Accounts

After many restless nights of dealing with the anxiety of modern-day life, I came to the realization that I would be eternally happier without the noxious vapors of social media.

For many, it’s great, and even an essential duty of life — but for the hopeless romantic it seems to have morphed into a living nightmare.

Rest assured that social media is a superior way of consuming daily updates of other’s beautiful weddings, ever-growing children, inspirational quotes, overweight pets, political persuasions, exotic getaways, material possessions, and overall seemingly never-ending trail of forced beauty and plastic happiness.

However, I’m just not quite persuaded that our digital personas are an accurate representation of ourselves or humanity — a manic complex that leaves most of us psychologically drained, confused, and sometimes even partially impaired.

I’m afraid we have lost touch with nature and the finer things of our supposed physical reality, and have become infected with a 6-inch piece of glass containing all the transcribed secrets of our kind (and an endless sea of porn and games).

In short, I’m afraid this is the first inkling of an epidemic that will eventually consume our species.

As fervent as I try to remain conscious of the mindless scrolling through feeds of people I barely know — the machine always seems to take control like a sort of mesmerizing trance while ruthlessly gnawing away at the precious moments I have left.

I would never recommend an artist or really anyone to do what I’m about to do. Social media, like I said, is an essential tool for most.

For me, however, I’m okay with having zero followers and no likes. I’m okay calling and texting my closest friends and relatives. And I’m okay with the art of music and written words being my only form of communication with the world.

It is high time I focus solely on the social and creative health of a thing that has grown larger than myself.

At the end of the day, I just no longer have the time or energy to play the social media game. My mind just can’t quite handle it. It’s madness I tell you.

With that, please go and follow the magical journey of Santa Rosa Records on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook! You’ll be sad you missed it.

Update: 3/31/19

My two-month-long hiatus from social media was spectacular. I was happier, less stressed out, and was simply able to be more present in everyday life. However, in anticipation of a new release, I’ve decided to reactivate my Instagram. I’m not so sure for how long, but I am back in the game for the foreseeable future.

Do as I say, not as I do (a very wise man once told me).

“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster…for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

New Youtube Playlist: Indie Psych-Folk | Winter of 2019

One hour of underground indie folk music for the latter winter months of 2019.

https://youtu.be/TZOH9xTiqHo

Tracklist: 1. Fred de Mercedes Eumenides Stoner Band – Perro Del Mar Negro 2. Jonny Pickett – Woman of Gold 3. Coyoco – Siren Song 4. Luca Longobardi – The Garden 5. Lucille Furs – Another Land 6. Em Lucia – Signs 7. Los Jardines de Bruselas – Formas 8. Mind Shrine – Sad TV 9. Only Me – Alpha Wave 10. Max C. Joseph – Formulate, I 11. Festive Boat – I Miss My Baby 12. Grow Native Plants! – Catchin Air (Blue Moon Sea-shine) 13. Mathijs Leeuwis – Galibier 14. Elvyn Rhud – People In Hampton Court Don’t Care About Dying 15. Hungry Lake – Town Square

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Low Hum – Strange Love [a strange poem]

the raging man couldn’t stop thinking about a certain love — it was just such a low and bizarre plight of foolhardy fun

nor could he remember the planet’s silly fate — a thing that reminded him of an old film he had watched on such a lonely night of weight

he was shocked by a strange feeling of fright as he found himself feeling rather melancholy and curiously light

his mind always churning about a feeling that looked so pale and grim

the world was quite frightened by a man so bright they thought the situation had become rather dim

never remembering the old film everyone so loved and admired — he thought the world was nothing but a mire

they tried to distract him with a bomb — but he said it was time to start thinking about the mob

he couldn’t stop thinking about a love that felt so strange — the bird took flight like a morning dove into the crazed array

the strange dove of love was like a lucid dance into the mist of the fading afterglow — never remembering the funny little things he had forgotten so long ago

the wildman took a dive like an iridescent cowboy as his mind mutated into a chronic wasteland of snow and fragmented ice

he couldn’t stop thinking about the strange feeling — a feeling that felt rather nice

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Jonny Pickett – Woman of Gold [the golden poem]

how beautiful is the woman of gold

never forget the desired and wanted one — the artificer that’s really ancient

he above all others is the true goldsmith of liars and women of the latent

don’t be upset by how age-old it is

don’t tear yourself apart to see the goldsmith hard at work

the penny that’s really yellow — above all others is the one who is curiously mellow

down down down into the darkness of corinth — gently she goes to the king to the pauper and to the sick one

how happy is the little diamond — the true essence of the woman

a gilt that is not wholly worthy will always be an antique

now unfashionable is just the thing to get me wondering why such a pretty little thing is now forsaken

the ancient greeks of a lost generation now destroyed — how I mourned the loss of the woman of gold

how it makes me shiver in the dead of night

how i pray to aphrodite for but a little strength and might

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