Hearts of Mars playing live at Daves Oktoberfest party in 2011. playing one of our RPM songs from our 2011 album.

There’s so much going on right now. And we just take it in. I mean, just stop. Pause. Look at what you are doing. How are you doing this? How does one understand? Associate? Years ago, I saw munchkins. In a famous film. And they were funny…

It’s either an importance of worth, or an importance of a sacrifice to the worth. But, the important bit doesn’t go away. Is that a compulsion? No clue. Maybe my misanthropy is a result of feeling more important than society. Maybe the clue to…

Well, that didn’t help. Gives me time to think more though. Seem to be standing in an endless grey mist, in puddles of water that don’t feel wet. Nothing good came of this. You know those dreams you have, your ambitions of being the best, when…

The wind roars. The night is pitch-black. The rails wet. Ideal. I thought it would be harder. Perhaps it is only as hard as one deems it to be. It approaches. I am terrified, but it needs to be done. I let out everything that is human, as a…

I detest groups. It removes individualism from thoughts, and adds a false sense of comfort and ultimately dependence. They might be essential, for efficiency, for communication, but they should not be celebrated as much. Or maybe it’s just misanthropy…