Self-prophesying redemption, epoch snap … and yes, it is the Mayan manifesto: the light at the end of that tumultuous tunnel…
… love and trial, living libations of modern bacchanalia sowing seeds of spectacular carnage … the visceral kaleidoscope of that insatiable pursuit for primal preeminence … so young the guise… so dazed, so confused… wilderness found, if only for score, roaming the palette, and so spins the muse, homeward bound when you’re too lost to lose.
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.