Alternating Motivation Syndrome

20/05/2015

Quiet
I am sleeping
In here
We need a little hope

For years
I've been sleeping
Helpless
Couldn't tell a soul

Be ashamed
Mess you made
My eyes never forget, you see
Behind me

Silent
Metal mercies
Castrate
Boys to the bone

Jesus
Are you listening?
Up there
To anyone at all

We are the fossils
The relics of our time
Mutilate the meanings
So they're easy to deny

Be ashamed
Mess you made
My eyes never forget, you see
Behind me

Quiet, I am sleeping
Quiet, I am sleeping
Quiet, I don't trust you
I can't hear you

Be ashamed
Mess you made
My eyes never forget, you see
Behind me

Behind me the grace of falling snow
Cover up everything you know
Come save me from the awful sound
Of nothing

19/04/2015

https://soundcloud.com/for-our-mind-only/d-n-r-1-black-medicine-do-not-resuscitate

A dark piece, get that darkness out of my mind. Work in progress for some collaborations and co-operations. For example we collaborated with France against the Nazi's. We had a common enemy, so a comm

19/04/2015

https://soundcloud.com/for-our-mind-only/tropical-april-sounds-with-angry-dad-outro

Just seeing what my new line6 umx-2 can do with a few bloody thingy ma jiggy's from the old computer from the inter web thing. Birds, planes, wind and a pi**ed off dad. I didn't plan it, i didn't real

01/04/2015

Just got home. I'd lost the plot. I had to walk, but I walked so far and so far off track. I was lost. Blowing in the wind pieces of maps blew into my face, wishing past my eyes. In my mind I had constructed a map of what I thought was this world. It wasn't maps at all. Was pieces of papers I had scribbled on when I was young. The plot is easy. Grow up, go to school, get a job, marry, have kids, retire, go on holiday, then die. So I lost the plot and try to make everyone lose the plot. It's not you I hate. It's your plot. Write your own plot. But I made it home, safe and sound. I washed up at Compton bay bridge in my green speedo's i was wearing when i was 7. Great look for a 35 year old. Was cold, and new if I walked north would reach my coast. So lose the plot, become a navigator. Did you get it. Dig

16/02/2015

One patient didn't fit the mould of any traditional disorder or even a dual diagnosis. They needed medicine, but each medicine had there own special side effects. After being injected with depixol they couldn't stop moving, the medicines for the side effects just made them walk faster. They walked for days, then weeks, then months. Once the medicine was ceased and the side effects finally wore off. The mentally and physically exhausted patient, who had lost 4 stone in 2 months. Just wanted to sit and lay down undisturbed. Before the treatment (which could only be described as torture and an antagonistic act, to try and make the pacifist punch or kick out). The patient used to love walking and exercise. He put a lot of effort into his life. Now they are mostly what could only be described as lazy, but when hyper or panicked, they march through the streets with an uncontrollable amount of motivation. At the peak during the depixol treatment they averaged walking 27 miles in a day. Now during the motivational part of the condition there is an extreme danger to the physical health, due to overload stress to the heart and can only manage half a mile at most. Since 2007, there are now 16 other patients with the condition. All brought on by psychiatric medicines. We plan to unite and walk the world at our own pace, in different directions and with inner momentum.