Karma issues forth like a serpent head from the great tunnel within. I am all about our Time, just as a wreath enshrouding her fiery tongue. Unsheathe the mechanisms of night and even here, beneath the midday Sun, I pay my dues to the successor of daylight… I pay my sinful ledger in thick, creeping blankets of lava – blood of the god upon whose skin I scuttle and crawl, from whence I usher the encircling comet of light by which my deeds be done. She has wandered all about my periphery and I have known the graves of her homeland, and in my vacuum of mind I have seen the final wisps of her licking mist trailing from her chambers. I am home… chilled in her catacomb.

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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