Thirty three on a gurney. Mind weighs a ton. Compacted spinal discs. Tendons and latticework stiff with crystal fluid. Acids… solvents… accelerants – all manner of corrosives. Blake hit the nail hard on the head.

Elevate my mind. That is the pathway freeing me of toxic realms. Imprisonment is in blame and skewed judgement. The finger crooks a sweeping arc. The port of daath is blocked. The wall is coming down. Not daylight, but beautiful, beautiful night.

For a day-job I work in film set fabrication, but that's not nearly close to the feeling I get when I'm writing or creating music. I'm currently working on several screenplays, but this site is where I come to dump my quick-fire ramblings and expunge difficult emotions or experiences. I hope you take something from these writings. Each and every one of them comes from the heart.

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