mood: spectral saturdaze with eye flyers
ring: got a new life, would hardly recognize me, spun so vast … under the pale moon, where eye see a lot of stars, for so many years i’ve wondered, is enough enough… no one’s gonna drag you up to get into the light where you belong, but where do you belong?
now playing: “the sign,” ace of base
Personified amalgam of 1987, Baltimore, Atlanta, DC, Manhattan, London, Los Angeles and American pop culture. Language artist within a capacity, drummer by passion, Pop savant by preordination, Media Master by dictate of scholastic artisans and scientists, and culture scribe by necessity. I freelance life.