a desperate murmur an unconventional thought lack of communication the last secret we bought tight-beams aligned clear line of sight no communication no communication and you can flatter your heroes but at the end of the day your flattered…

Produced by Borgore.

Tony gets the last word....as it should be...

Ride into the sun...leave it all behind...easier said then done....

The empty hand can be a slap in the face...

Life is always in a state of change...

Deep and mysterious

My girl...growing up and running wild....

After all these years... echoes of you still ring in my head

Some things can be explained...others can't. The Red Electron manifesto