Independent music producer/composer/remixer
SWAGAHOLIC!!! HOGAHOLIC!!!! SLOP MERCHANT. THE SEER OF THE OMENS. THE READER OF THE STARS. COME NOW, THE FOREST CALLS OH HOW IT CALLS FOR ITS CHILDREN TO RETURN. THE SYNCRONISITIES RISE HIGHER INTO THE BLACK SKY. CALLING. CALLING. BUT NEVER RECIEVING. DO YOU SEE IT? THE THIN BEADS OF CONSCIOUSNESS DRIFTING DOWN STRING IN THE WOVEN TAPESTRY OF METAPHOR THAT IS REALITY? CAN YOU HEAR IT? THE REVERBERATIONS OF DRUMS FAR IN THE DISTANCE, MARCHING A BEAT NO MAN HAS EVER STEPPED TO. CAN YOU FEEL IT? THE OVERWHELMING POWER AND LOVE OF THE FATHER? BASK IN HIS GARDEN. CONSUME ALL THAT YOU HAVE DOMINION OVER. THE SLOP. THE GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS SLOP. IT IS YOURS AND YOURS ALONE. BREATHE MY SIBLING OF GAIA, FOR THIS AIR IS FOR YOU.