a place of pure chance..

when the angels took me to Venus finally i met her in palaces in skies above skies. she was crying tears of gold asking God "may you please sing a new song?" and so it was,  there in the secret most Holy place we began..


Well Go Ahead Then, Make Some Clouds.

Cyborg sun in the palm of your hands the heavenly bodies  racked and placed on new cycles world energy machine head waters rivers streams oceans laughter and i never left. and never will. i live....everywhere well go ahead then, make some clouds world energy machine swallows things takes long rests in dark reaches fires out … Continue reading Well Go Ahead Then, Make Some Clouds.