I'm nobody to go down and stay down. And when I get up you are lucky if you had nothing to do with the fall. So this Fall I am no longer fallen. But heard from seldom. I'm trying to be patient with myself.
This Halloween season not only sees me going into "mad scientist mode" with writing and performing (privately), but ushers in a new year of age. Yep, when the witches and trolls and demons all fornicated in their Autumn debauchery; it took a mere day for the conception to spit my unholy birth from some monstrous womb. 33 lunatical years. This hellspawn author and musician/fan has stuff up his sleeve. Don't give up on a darkness that you know is forever. Please, visit me in my mausoleum of alternate worlds (a pretentious way to refer to my little website here) often. I might just bleed all sorts of poisons out soon. And I need y'all to sop it up, reluctantly or not.