There were times when unhappiness seemed so all-encompassing that I could not for the life of me see any way through. Those days are over now that all of our dreams are easy. I have no doubt that the final cleaning will come and the pictures on the inside of my eyelids will finally be seen by others. I have no doubt that emptiness can be joy rather than misery. I have no doubt that life will continue and flourish and foster my healthy wants and needs.
EDDIE ENTROPY HAS NO TOMORROW HE LOSTS IT THREE WEEKSN AGO, THERE ARE DAYSD WHEN HE DOUBTS HIS OWN EYES////
I want clear more attention to the question of www.edentropy.blogspot.com. Clear it does not exist and will not do something. Elevation of consciousness will at the other side help men to convince a legal copy to buy. I mean, certainly, we will all out Games Love, but when you the men hurts their product to steal, suddenly it becomes a personal question. 
Being able to go into a shop, being able to visit a family and to do things I thought I would never do again, I have to keep on going out and not fall back to how I was. When I go to the door I just say to myself nothing is going to hurt me and keep saying that to myself when I am actually outside. One night I said this and the door knob started turning and I screamed for three hours straight. My neighbor Kathy heard me and called the police. It turned out to be a big misunderstanding, the gardner "Pedro" had forgot his keys and was trying to get into the house to reclaim them. He ran when he heard me scream but came back later and explained everything.
Things get better every day seeing that I was a prisoner for six years, things can only get better as time goes on. Right?
ALT) the Pond of Baby – the Tortoise & the Puss play in the Pond of Baby. The tortoise does a small one to splash! – The Puss huddles, covering with the eyes ("Oh"!). The tortoise does bigger to splash, splashes, splashes ("hello mother"!) …The Pus covered with the eyes again ("Oh! Oh"!). Then the Pussy leaves detached, turning and splashing as crazy with all its arms – splashes splashes splashes splashes splashes!. The tortoise obtains soaked, the laughs and joined at the hips.
Certainly one goes into listening to any new project with Jean-Luc (Front 242) DeMeyer with certain expectations. Where I would have simply listened to and immediately forgotten darker had it been by anyone else, I could not do so with DeMeyer involved. I kept trying to like it, but after numerous attempts I am afraid I cannot.
C-Tec is DeMeyer teaming up with Cubanate's Marc Heal and Ged Denton. I have heard some of Cubanate and, though it wasn't my favorite, I thought it was some of the better of the new generation EBM. As for 242 and DeMeyer, I have long enjoyed their efforts. Sure the last few albums have not been as good as the earlier ones, they still have enough excellent work under their belts for me to qualify both 242 and DeMeyer masters of the genre. So what goes wrong on this album? Why does C-Tec fail?
Their failure can be associated to one single flaw. The structure is not complex enough. Most of the tracks revolve around one single loop of which is built on throughout the track. The basic structure never changes it only mutates. This is the same structure that the lesser techno bands employ and it is one of the major reasons that I have never taken a fancy to techno in general. Also, like techno, the music itself is based around beats primarily and most of the songs have no major keyboard part. The keyboard sounds are generally limited to the sort of bleeps and blurps standard to techno. The tracks that appealed to me most on the album ("the lost" and "stateless") are the two exceptions to this rule. However they, more than some of the other tracks, fall victim to the single loop syndrome that I mention earlier. The other two tracks I actually enjoyed off of this album were "random" (the opening track) and "silent voices". "Random" works because the beats are frantic and change regularly and because DeMeyer's chorus vocals actually work as a chorus where in much of the rest of the album it appears he's singing along to something that isn't there. "Silent Voices" I liked because it took the opposite route. It gives minimalism and no real chorus and despite the lyrics are not that strong the piece is rather haunting on a whole.
The lyrics on the album range from fine to decent. Nothing great, but nothing terrible either. But that is nothing new for DeMeyer, I have always liked his voice better than his vocals. On prime 242 the lyrics worked because they were oblique and more a part of the song than the whole of the song. As the lyrics became more obvious in their meaning they became less interesting. I suppose it is the constant, almost chirpy optimism and spiritual nature of the lyrics that I don't care for. His voice on this album is quite nice though. I only wish that he had sung along with the songs more often.
As 1980 breathed it's dying breath, families huddled together and warmed themselves by their TV's while party people around the globe rang in '81 by shooting stars out of the sky and singing along to Megabucks recording artist Kathy Perry's smash hit "Fuck House". At midnight many people were ill and the leper's came out of their caves to scream at god.
Let's hope this year will bring your's everything yours need to continue.
your's turly
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