I've been playing too much Saints Row 2, and I spend a lot of time driving around, crashing into things, and finding shortcuts that vehicular insurance companies may take exception with.

read between the lines dead stare Venetian blinds death from your radar sight sullen glares you avoid the light reach beyond your eyes stew deluded truth into convenient lies Adrift In Gilded Mist A Rancid Sauce This Deceptive…

A tale of thirteen clueless robots forever corrupted by odd time signatures and Mike Portnoy drum solos. And they go on an adventure, and rescue a robot princess or something. (Soon to be adapted by Hollywood as a major motion picture, considering…

A dangerous game of "How Many Synthesizers Can I Use Before The Computer Catches On Fire?"

come on home mama's in the kitchen silence on the phone some of the pieces still missing you've been away for quite a while a missing link a broken file bad glitchy code that still persists electric ghost that's twice unblessed…

I could see her reflection in the glass windows of the ever growing skyscrapers in the city. I could see her reflection staring back at me from the rivers, and the computer screens, and the bottoms of compact discs. She still lived somewhere…

diverging tributaries an island sanctuary safe from the stream stone somber non-dream she attempts to read the telemetry of this vast temporal sea An island of clocks tied in knots Pause prison for those that time forgot Perching…

flotsam and jetsam tossed ephemera unanswerable question entropic enigma She Crept Through The Lost And Found Seeking Pieces Of Her Thoughts And Dreams Unaware That The World Around Still Flowed Past As A Slow-Moving Stream time is…

off the tracks I fell off the grid red balloon rising with a runaway ID I won't come back I've rose too far propelled by bottle lightning that's exactly what we are to these distant stars we aim to live and surpass our scars…

An attempt at one-armed composition.