Crossing through these ethereal planes with nothing but my mind and some magic perhaps I can hitch a ride on a comet? Someone told me that should I see an otherworldly beast with giant fanged teeth to hold my ground, and let him go around. Through peaks and valleys I float on at a pace to prolong my stay In hopes I may see the beginning again, and experience the future complete.

I juggled for the keys and manged too unlock the door and open it without dropping the grocery bag. As I began too step into the house I turned to face the outside, flicked my cigarette butt into the yard, when I finally looked inside the house I was standing three feet away from a half dressed brunette woman laying in a puddle a blood.

Heart beat; faster and faster. Breathing, deeper. Panic, shock… and yet some sort of weird primeval excitement at the site of a dead human being. I was knocked out of my daze of bewilderment and other thoughts by the groceries hitter the floor, a milk jug bursting open. The think white milk began to roll towards the body, and started mixing with the dark red blood.

The sound of Police sirens startled me yet again… Then, my only thought was; “What the fuck….?”

Crawling slowly from under the covers I look for a cigarette, find one, light it. Cigarette smoke clouds the room and the suns rays cut through it, leaving bright smoke beams. A smell… could be me, I don’t remember showering within the past two days but the smell was more pungent than body odor. I kick around some trash on the floor and uncover a dead rat, maggots having their way with the carcass. What a dump.

I turn to rustling in the bed, ‘Hey, got another smoke?”. I toss the pack onto the bed with a nod and turn to look through the window; clouds, rain, gloom. From behind me, “Hey, I thought you were a blonde…”.

I sigh. “I though you would be gone by now…”

Anyhow, that planet is mine, and anyone who shall try and take it from me will rue the day! …annnnyway, here is a peaceful song to listen to while you ponder…things. Just press play.

“This is a time for spells that banish, release, reverse. This is a time to break bad habits or bad addictions, to end bad relationships.”

You can feel it, the change… the power of the moon.

Piracy Iconographic via Torrent freak

I look up and away from the pestilence, I try to see a star in the sky, but the glow is still too bright. I hold out my arms and close my eyes, pretending that these are real snow flakes, and we can make snow angles…

All is lost, at least for me. I take my last breaths remembering the good things; sadly, their aren’t that many. I think, “Look what we have done to ourselves…star dust, to star dust”.

I made this video today for one of my songs, “All the Lost”. Watch it below.

“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.”
Vincent Van Gogh