PSYCHEDELICSKULL, ROT.

I love you all and I miss you, and the people you were and can't be again. The shapes you're growing into are unfamiliar and seem uncomfortable and wrong. But wrong is wrong, and right is wrong, right is left and the world is a song, ha. Of suffering, joy, hate and love, light and dark and gray. We're caught in the tide of everlasting ebb, flow away and back and away. But back isn't back and away isn't always new. Stillness isn't static and motion never moves. All is chaos and none is order. Chaos patterned, order distrustful. I'll say one thing, though. Nothing is one thing. And everything is nothing. So grow out of age into youth, and renew youth into age. Plot it out onto yellowed page, yellowed tooth. Turn them all until you reach the cover. Leather bound and old, turning unintended colors. Dusty, disintegrating, motes whirl with your finger. Arrange them into mandalas, circles of words, circles of lust, circles of history and dull bright nonsense. Bound them again, make the old new. New old, old new, new old again. Now, for the last time. And again.

The Rooster Dreams

Never may they stop.

Clouds of Doom and Love

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Naughty Cat

Fall River Gas Lite

Q&A

Garden Altar

Textile Skeletons I, II, III

New yams courtesy of the good Ed Mund. Part of a compilation that can be found here: https://soundcloud.com/ed-mund-1/sets/compilation

What’s the Frognosis?

Ah, that smell though. A good dirty smell.

Dimension Map

Austerity Assessor

I am not the same person from day to day. All of the people I am just happen to share a name.