:. 648 : Journey Through the abyss. Circa, 1997… Present
1998 Spoken: 2001 Cranium exploding cataclysmic catastrophes, mark deception in air filled living spaces. Gather life ugly, when the crown of heaven has washed the the face Everything is a paradox, existing unwanted in this place called sanctuary. The meat had filled the stomach. Rich criminals lay in wait to trod the innocent for sick sardonic trophies. Mutated, emotional cries… Continue reading "18|9|20|21|1|12 — 13|1|7|14|21|19"
Nov. 1998 – This city use to have a magick about it. She carried her beauty encased in a heavy humid nights and cool shaded days. She pranced around for me, hoping I would be like her. I could never live up to her expectations. I followed and now I’m old, beaten down on the edge of life and nothing.… Continue reading "132|90|90|24|90|90"
Jan. 1999 I am starting to see something very disturbing. Why have I not converted until now? The exorcisms right? So many fucking exorcisms that I have made it through (Click here for some accounts). I am an exorcist, perhaps a unconventional one. But, none the less that is what they call me. I have foreseen my older self wandering… Continue reading "900|1|80-5|300|50|80|3|9|90|100"