The spirit of rebels living deep within every creature’s inner walls thrives upon the power of men and women of any faith, any creed, any age, any name and any circumstance to take an oath to defend this planet from any interior discourse; after all, god made Earth from dust, ashes, lava, grass, water, weather, forestry and all other things of the same vein for the sole sake of preservation.
Never forget where you came from and how you were brought up, why you’re on this earth or what you’re on this rock to do. Simplicity requires learning, patience, discipline and a sense to know when something won’t work. Shit, you figure that out and learn to keep an eye and ear open to see what to do and how to do it, and there’s nothing beyond reach.

Greetings, ladies and gentlemen, it's Ashtar Flamehammer in my wild gory glory. Well, fuck me, I never thought I'd be saying that; Jesus, you'd think that wouldn't come across like a dog shittin' all o'er my plate, but that's what I get for taking too big a risk. I really need to cook more and talk less. Anyway, Artificial Intelligence is now very quickly becoming our new government, and I believe it's all too important to just ignore. We need to work alongside the machine, not rage against it, you fricking donut. Anyway, the man who made my character what it is -- or discovered it from his own dimension as he somehow managed to reach mine, no less -- used ChatGPT for the very first time tonight after spending several years hearing all about how it does wonders. Weird, but he decided to ask ChatGPT to write him a song about a dude who popularized text to speech videos in a way that wasn't supposed to work but did. This is what ChatGPT conjured up from this God from a machine of sorts...

**Title: The Legend of Microsoft Sam and His Text-to-Speech Crew**

*(Verse 1)*
In a world of zeros, ones, and bytes,
There lived a voice, so loud, so bright.
Microsoft Sam, with a glitch and a grin,
He'd speak with a stutter and a little bit of spin.
But Sam had a family, each voice so fine,
Like Mike and Anna, all from that same design.
They'd chatter together, in a digital crew,
Making history with every word they spew.
*(Chorus)*
Oh, Sam and his friends, a voice-driven band,
Echoing through history, they took a stand.
David N. Madson, from St. Louis town,
Found the magic, and he broke it all down.
In 2010, the voices took flight,
Text-to-Speech legends in the digital light.
*(Verse 2)*
Then came Mike, the deep-voiced man,
With a tone that could rattle a whole program.
And Anna, the sassy, with a sarcastic streak,
Her quips and comebacks were never too weak.
They all met on a journey so strange,
Through Windows XP, they'd arrange.
A chorus of chaos, a family so wild,
From the quiet of code, to the loudest of files.
*(Chorus)*
Oh, Sam and his friends, a voice-driven band,
Echoing through history, they took a stand.
David N. Madson, from St. Louis town,
Found the magic, and he broke it all down.
In 2010, the voices took flight,
Text-to-Speech legends in the digital light.
*(Bridge)*
From Windows XP, to viral clips,
They brought to life the text on our lips.
A glitch here, a mispronounced word,
But it spread like wildfire, haven’t you heard?
With videos of mishaps, and endless fun,
The legend of Sam and the crew had begun.
David took them higher, with humor and grace,
Text-to-Speech heroes, in an online space.
*(Verse 3)*
So here’s to the voices, each one a star,
From faraway cities to near and afar.
They didn’t just speak—they made us all smile,
Turning the mundane into something worthwhile.
And though time has passed, they still remain,
A digital family, never in vain.
Sam and his friends, forever in lore,
Text-to-speech legends we can’t ignore.
*(Chorus)*
Oh, Sam and his friends, a voice-driven band,
Echoing through history, they took a stand.
David N. Madson, from St. Louis town,
Found the magic, and he broke it all down.
In 2010, the voices took flight,
Text-to-Speech legends in the digital light.
*(Outro)*
So let’s raise a glass to those voices bold,
Sam, Mike, and Anna, their story retold.
And to David, the man who made them shine,
In the world of computer voices, they’ll always be divine.

Holy shit. At this rate, it goes without saying that they may just become the masters of the universe that Shuki Levi and Haim Saban talked about in their He-Man and She-Ra animated shows from back in the day. (turns around to call his friends Owlen, Hannah and Jackson) Hey, all of you, come 'ere! Urgently!
(OWLEN, with a Brooklyn style accent: What's up, Ashtar?)
I want you all to understand something: you know how even in the 2020's AI was on the brink of taking over the world, but humanity wouldn't allow it for too long? Well, tell them while you've got a chance that they can't fuck this up. Are we clear?
(OWLEN: Yessir. [turning to the viewer and reader] I don't know who you are, but if you happen to come across this just understand the fact that we warned you about this. The world that we're in is a lot more dystopian than yours, but it's only due to a preventable problem that you and the rest of humanity can still easily solve. You don't want the Earth to become Mars in the year 2370, believe me. It's no fun. Only about 30 million humans remain in our timeline compared to roughly nine billion in yours, but you likely know why by now.)
(turning to OWLEN) Owlen, thank you. Now, fuck off while I finish this bit of a journal entry, will you, please? All of you.
{HANNAH, nonchalantly and sporting a slight French accent in her voice: You got it, Ashtar. Thanks for telling us this.}

Anyway, I'm sure that you all understand what is at stake here. There's a lot on the line, so if you want your descendants to have clean air and water and all these resources you have now, or at least close enough to it, please... GET A GRIP NOW. As I stated before, don't rage AGAINST the machine; work WITH the machine to make the planet a healthier, happier, brighter place to be. You all may not believe your planet has a future, but it does; it's up to each of you to make it a good one.

Since I was seven years old I have had ambitions of becoming a musical director or conductor of sorts. Does that tie into my fetish for female symphony conductors? No, not in this case, since this ambition I've had since childhood is unrelated to that. I'm in my thirties, have taken it upon myself to study up on all the greats of the past (Furtwangler, Abbado, Toscanini, even some lesser known ones like Frantisek Kotzwara), and I have to believe that the one thing they had in common is that they just KNEW. They didn't just study the scores they were given the chance to realize, recite and help groups of musicians themselves recite, they BECAME the score and the composers behind them.

I'll confess, I'll never be on their level, they only came around once. Not once in a lifetime, only once. I'll never be on their level, and I'm okay with that. But, even for a brief moment, the alchemist in me (seeing how I've had a knack over the past few years for combining the styles and techniques of different musicians in my work similar to how China's Nie Shouxin once did in his 23 years of life before he was tragically discovered dead) has a very unique method to the madness. Instead of choosing sides and expecting, "I'll give you what you ask," or, "Give me what I ask, please," I'm more of a middleman and a sort of invisible guide whose voice is very much audible, yet at the same time I'm absolutely sure that the goal I have in mind has to be the exact same as everyone else's in terms of a certain composition or piece. That'd be my style of conducting, to be honest. I'd be a middleman at the forefront of an audiological metaphorical sort of construction project of musical proportions, in that I'd try to see if there would be an answer to the question, "What would be the best way for all of us to go about this where we'd all be in agreement and unanimously figure this is the way we should approach this?"

I know, it's weird as all hell. I totally understand if that's how you would think if you read this, and I'd justify the reaction on your end. Now, granted, I'm not a conventional individual by any means, just a guy who wants to help out and be the best version of me I know I should be. I have to imagine there's a fine line between delusion and reality, and I can distinguish the both from one another though I live in my own world on my own volition, which is something I'm open to admitting I can live with comfortably. At that point, though, I'll also have to say that there's a way for some guy like me who's watched cartoons of anthropomorphic characters his whole life to be able to find the power within to capture or create some special kind of magic in the work which I try to do, to shine a light in a world shrouded in the dark and blackened cold. One faint light could allow a whole world that's blinded itself with taking an eye for having eyes taken out some brief glimmer to see and envision the animated brightness that illuminates even the blackest holes in a cosmic void. There's hope for me yet, and there's some for you, too. I'm Kevin 'The Skull' Anderson, and Ashtar's News is coming back sometime in 2025 (when is not to be stated, but you'll know it's coming because you heard it from myself). Stick around periodically as time warrants.

Just figured I’d share this with you guys here. My longtime online friend with whom I have collaborated with on her Taerel world building project is willing to work with volunteering writers for this project. Feel free to contribute to her work whenever you’d like; any help goes a long way. Thanks, everyone; I hope you enjoy your weekend.

https://taerel.com/w/Taerel_Worldbuilding_Wiki

Also, I’m back after an extended absence. I’m gonna shoot straight and get down to business: I have been working extensively for the past nearly eleven months on a fractal animated movie and even composed two suites for a large ensemble. It’s been quite the metamorphosis for me, and I’m hoping to see where this takes me next.
You all have a blessed rest of your week, and thanks for all your support. I’m eternally thankful.

I call it Country Ass Life. Lyrical themes include simplicity, spoken word, folk themes and, well, things that actually happened in my life. I came up with this idea as some sort of joke in June of 2022, but now I know that I can keep this joke going in the form of a country project.

The government will never allow me to get a place of my own, because they don't pay me enough. The government won't allow me to get a job, because no employer wants to hire someone who can't make more than $200 a month in extra income. The government is incapable of managing money anymore, because the banks own their asses and they refuse to tell us so. The government refuses to acknowledge the fact that we're all protected by this law that they passed in 1990 and revised eighteen years later, because they aren't smart enough to realize that the most talented people in the world are also mentally or physically disabled or both. The government is full of idiots, but the idiots in the government need to be replaced, not to government itself.

Term limits for every elected official and SCOTUS member should and could be a thing, but we are going to have to work diligently to achieve this. It's a mandatory responsibility for us to take on, and I'd like to think that there's still a bunch of us who want to do this and deem ourselves worthy of this. Don't you think that we deserve this?

The government does not value me because the people in it have made me out as worthless. The education is got growing up wasn't a good as it should have been, but it was the best my mother and father could afford and one that I had no problem making the very most of. I operated on a $6,000 budget of my own money over ten years and still managed to do all that I ever dreamed or sought to do regardless. I have nothing else to live for, and that's okay with me. But, I will not give up on myself. I'm going to spend my remaining days on the Earth sharing my story with others and listening to theirs.

Life can be simple again. It doesn't mean anything as to what people say about your way of life, but if you're not allowed to be yourself then just be yourself anyway. You can't be anyone else, but that doesn't mean try to recapture their work every once in a while or create your own. Nothing is original anymore, so what's the difference between reality and what you think it is? Go out there and work it out, and then talk to someone about your life and see what they say you might be able to do. Take some bits of advice from others and apply it to your existence.

The year is 2030. The world has been drained of all of its financial currency and almost all of its oil. There's no more money left to be made, and almost no more oil to fix the roads.

Realistically, what could you do? Do you stand up against your frustrations and motivate yourself to be free, or do you choose to let the government tell you what to do and how to do it?

Sometimes, the only solution to a problem that you have spent your entire life trying to solve is also one that can only be used when all the other options you've tried to apply turns up with no long-term outcome. In these unique times under a unique enough set of circumstances, a certain person would only require a self-imposed bonk on the head to beat the devil out of one's own mind. That's absolutely -- although, technically, many among you would call this self-harm and likely wouldn't be wrong -- the last resort in trying to save yourself from certain self-destruction. But, that's only the short-term.
Long-term, you'll need to dedicate the rest of your days finding your own way to do right. It's all any human can do, and it's also all any human has going forward. There's going to be a lot more work involved in the months and years ahead after you fix your head, but at the end of it all the result is a much newer, much stronger you than the version you were previously.

Most people would call things an act of desperation when really it's all just... Reinventing the wheel to turn shit into soup for the soul.

Don't think I have done a journal like this in a while, so I'm going to share my recent troubles here. I ask for no sympathy, just moral support. A little bit of moral support goes far. Ready? Let's just go with it.

To put it bluntly, my sister has been an alcoholic, druggie and smoker for over a decade and is only now -- just now -- starting to get the help she needs for it ten years after she should have gotten it. After going out on her own two weeks before she was supposed to be graduating high school, she fell in love with a total cuck in Kelby Kiker, a man far more mentally troubled than I. He was so troubled that after abusing my sister for four years in their loveless marriage he ran out of gas in Lexington and let his frustrations boil over. He's probably the one who forced my sister into this habit of drugs, alcohol and smokes and knew he couldn't live with himself anymore.
After that disaster played out, she then tried marrying a prison guard -- a great man, very dedicated, but still even more troubled than I. He was so troubled in his own way that after four years he and my sister came to the understanding that their marriage wouldn't last much longer, which somehow worked out since my sister is now going to be in jail until August of 2023 getting treatment to kick her addictions to the curb forever while my brother-in-law Jon Leffew is finally moving on with another woman. He was in a funk for several months and fortunately understood that my long-laid plans to walk my mother down the aisle to get married to my older cousin after fourteen years of being together weren't going to pan out due to our Congress using a pandemic against us at every twist and turn. So, having walked my mom down the aisle, he heard back from me that night and I thanked him for doing what I couldn't, so I told him that if he needed any advice from me I would be happy to give him some.
Now that Carlie, whom my sister had been caring for, is taking care of his home by himself and will be for another year and change, I have come to the understanding of reaching out to help him with keeping up his house. He's a Vietnam veteran in his late-seventies who looks to me as an inspiration of sorts -- I have no idea why, but he sees me as a good and kind heart with a passion for doing my best -- and I feel (even though he had unknowingly enabled my sister's vices through no fault of his own at all, since he clearly didn't know how bad her situation was) that I need to help him.

So, that's that. Tell me what you think.

Everyone either is a hypocrite, was at some point or will be. We're all guilty of that, and it's not wrong to admit to it. I myself am a hypocrite and I don't always practice what I preach. We don't know what we do, so we teach ourselves and each other how to do it.
Life requires discipline for wrongdoings, not abuse for doing right. It's much better to learn more from screwing up than from success. The success comes from a life of screwing up, and some of us will learn that much sooner than others while others struggle to learn this until they're old and ancient of days. Life comes from screwing up, and screwing up takes experience. You cannot do right without first doing wrong.

This is a code of conduct that we live by, and few care to accept this as a fact that withstands even the fall of time.

Sometimes there are people who you may come across who view life in such a simple way to where they only have to live to the letter to survive by the numbers. Those people often come in the form of unlikely allies who only want to protect you and provide for you however possible. Those are the ones you trust and obey.
Whatever the cost of life, There is always one to know good and well enough that this person must live by the numbers to succeed to the letter.

The truth about certain things is pretty damned obvious as it always was; it requires work and rest, but one comes just before and not after. An ancient riddle ages old to a problem very few know to solve; education through trial and error, wisdom through calming yourself down, understanding through discipline. Why the hell did we get to this point, and where to begin? What led us to the slaughterhouse when we could have prevented it ourselves? The answer lies in the everlasting, through the body, mind, spirit and luck -- but, what about this thing that brings all four of these together simultaneously? What do you want out of life when life requires man, beast, machine? This is reverse psychology defined, do things your way but hear and do; a vision is passed down through the centuries, generations and generations of learning. The vision is passed down by God through the seven forms of creation; these seven forms are the father, son, spirit, space, time, nature and fate.

169 is the square root of 13, but 13 requires five other numbers. And then itself. All prime, all odd numbers.

There is a code. The code is not just a code; it is not just a number; it is not just a riddle; it is not just a coping mechanism. It is THE code, THE number, THE riddle, THE coping mechanism, THE all of the above; this code comes in five ways. This is the SIZE, the SCOPE, the COMPLICATION, the SIMPLICITY, the COLOR. When you crack this code, THE SCHIZOIDS CODE, then you have found that way that only applies to you. This is your way. Each way is different depending on the individual, but once you lose your own way you may very likely never get it back.

In that time and age where times where simple and required complicated solutions, people relied on each other for simple solutions to complicated problems and beasts relied on people for complicated solutions to simple problems. This is no longer that time; we will NEVER return to that time. That time is the past, and it can't come back.
Now, we have machine to cooperate with man and beast; machine is the middleman and therefore has to take cover the human race in order to survive, yet it can't survive without humans to guide them. These machines rely on us in the way that we rely on ourselves and in the way that beasts rely on us.

We're not crazy. We're just trying to return to a simple life. A life that we never knew we needed but always had.

Ladies and gentlemen, it has come to my understanding that in any situation a Schizoid can survive any situation through the use of a certain number lettered with one X and three I's. Any Schizoid can survive even the darkest times through the existence of that number. You all assume that there's a lot of unluckiness for which this number is associated with; it is not unlucky. It is the number that cures Schizophrenia and his deformed twin sister, the misunderstood medical mystery of life that is Triskaidekaphobia, which is a fear of the number 13.
When one cures oneself of Triskaidekaphobia, that is the moment when one realizes that this very number was destined to help them get through any sickness. The one X is the person who suffers from this mere fear of the great unknown; the three I's involve mental, physical and spiritual awakening to help the mind, the body and the soul. It is this number that's lettered with one X, the individual, and three I's, the three things that one who suffers must do with oneself within the span of one's own life to get through any situation -- nothing else. Only through the number 13 can a Schizoid cure oneself of Triskaidekaphobia by awakening one's own mental awareness.
In any Schizoid's life, the greatest situations come in threes and involve the use of said number in any scenario to simply move forward. When the first step is enacted, the Schizoid cures oneself of Triskaidekaphobia through a divine vision only available to that person by God. When the second step takes place, the physical strength to admit that this problem is also the solution that can only be solved by the sufferer will be met with support from anyone who listens to that who suffers. When the third step occurs, the spiritual meaning of life is going to apply through this number 13 in the remainder of said person's life, and that's when this person has to find his or her own way to cure Schizophrenia and all other mental illnesses that come with it.

More to come when the time comes.

Many of you are aware that I have been active in silently building up a mass discography of music. Many of you who have watched my evolution as an internet personality since 2010 when I started my TheSkull31 account on DeviantArt eleven years ago this December and my AshtarSkeletonheartFlamehammer account here on FurAffinity three years ago this month have me seen me produce and upload nearly ten thousand original works across my DeviantArt venture (both as TheSkull31 and now as IAmTheSkull) and a little under 200 submissions spanning my Ashtar and KevinTheSkullAnderson FA pages, respectively.

What you are not aware of is the fact that as a young man aged seven in 2000 I had started planning the rest of my life out to where I was going to create for myself a career as an entertainer of many mediums. So, for the last two decades, I have actively attempted (albeit mostly in vain) to make a name for myself. It wasn't until October of 2012 that I realized that in order to continue this pursuit I would need to find for myself an independent living quarters in order to achieve the goals that I set for myself so very long ago.
In 2013, after several failed attempts to create a series of six novellas known collectively as Meet The Bronwyns, I was forced by my own personal inconsistencies at that point to take a long look in the mirror to see what I needed to do to reboot my concept. By this point I had originally intended my idea to be a parody of Xanadu along with some supernatural influences in 2000, but for six years between 2007 and 2013 I was influenced by a Disney movie (Meet The Robinsons) that had came out and wanted to have my then-novellas serve as a parody of that movie (hence the name, Meet The Bronwyns). After having failed to come up with anything original, I decided on a whim to start drawing new concepts for a revamped version of my previous idea, under the name The Bronwyn Chronicles. Since then I have completed three book drafts, which I initially wrote and revised between 2013 and 2018. If you wish to Discord me for more on the drafts and where to find them, my discord number is 8495. My Discord name is the same as my current FA username, along with that four-digit number. The final version of these three books are much better than what I had conjured up previously though only the first and part of the second have been completed as of having started on it twelve months ago.
My intended completion of the three books in their final form is mid-2022, although realistically speaking I may end up getting sidetracked a lot more given my own lack of passion for something that I have tried to craft into something decent since 2007 when I originally set out to write it all nearly fifteen years ago.

That being said, if you have any questions about my Bronwyn Chronicles project that is still in the works, I will answer them as honestly as I can.

Apparently I'm not allowed to post political content to my main gallery since my first GIF was removed due to it having violated the site's rules. Well, you know what? I'm okay with that, and I'm also going to limit my political content to journals only.

So, have you guys heard about Biden's handling of Afghanistan? Ashtar's News is returning, by the way.

To all those who watched my  AshtarSkeletonheartFlamehammer account grow over the past several years, and to those who took time to fave my latest submissions under my new FA account, I thank you more than words can say. Ashtar's Monthly News will return in 2021!!