crane games in the underground
i'm not a writer. maybe i was once, but there's been a long period of dissociation and self-inflicted mental and mystical malpractice since i was last tossing holy bullshit to worm my way through the apple of "higher" (emphasis) education. and really, i've always been more bullshit than talent. dreaming the ways away, may have put me on the left path, but i couldn't have gone right more wrong. all that being said, i'm taking the time to work words here, in hope that i might reconstruct my thoughts back into a lattice of creation, mindtrick, illusion practitioner, transcedental jester, activating will, prism-partitions, pantherwork i hesitate to say much about the meat. as of this writing i am in the tar-pit throes of unemployment, struggling la-brea style next to my industry kin as we burn to the sound of squalling violins. viral sentiments have been in vogue for two years, and two years of whitebox and grey skies would dull even the keenest brainknife (