Victorian Chant From the Mattress of a Comfort Cell. This road is made of four walls. One day maybe Sunday the green dragon. Might insert itself within the waking. Fantasy that cloudy walks, talks, but in. What language I cannot say, for I cannot. Recognize the noises in the drums. I beg thee shut the fuck up,. Dearest; excuse my mood while like a pendulum. It swings, like a wrecking ball it demolishes.

An online portfolio of commercial creativity. This video is still played throughout the region before many MJR Theater feature films.

Hi, my name is Lord Nihlus Pidog Voliaw. I am the self-proclaimed Emperor of the universe. Monday, October 13, 2014. The Flaw of the God Emperor. On seeing the title, I know many of you would assume that I am writing about a flaw in myself. I assure you that is not the case. I am the Lord Emperor remember, not the God Emperor. But there is a flaw that all these 3 have. Can anyone of you guess the flaw? What is the flaw you ask? I mean is survival of Humans really that important? .

Because fashion is the key to everything. Wednesday, May 25, 2011. Tuesday, May 3, 2011.

About a year ago, I posted about my friend, Jake Rogers. Jake had cystic fibrosis and had just received a bilateral lung transplant and for the first time in a long time he could breath. A year later, and after a brave and courageous battle with rejection and infection, I am sorry to say that Jake passed away.