You shall not dwell in tombs built by the dead for the living

Here I am.



A vision of black and swirling mist grabbed hold of me in restless dreams of midnight. In the expanse, I heard a swelling tide of silent trepidation, of hundreds of silent voices all raised as one, forming the scenes of which I now will speak. a vast white light engulfed us, we stood on something, which is to say, nothing. Just a surface on which to be.

Cracko Jacko! Down goes a teenge hoodlum

It's getting harder to be somebody.
" Lord, raise me up, from the ground. I've been here too long, I said Lord, raise me up from the ground. I've been here way too long. Lord, won't you raise me up."
Redemption, coming like a runaway truck.