Lots of fun working on this one. Hope you like it!

Time is relative. So, also, is space, says Al. Spacetime, your cousin. (Yep, you caught me--I said "time/space." It will be fixed.)

in creep out you bloe my mind creep me out all the time i wish rain were a flower and blooming pour over this world its over its ended your dreams have been rendered. already its been proven there is no nation just a dry skeleton of words and…

its a game of d+d set to a bunch of song..

your 4x4 is my four post bed/ the ruffles and patterns really effed up yer head/in a world of strip malls and choreographed tv brawls/ we grow like a wayward chia/ im so happy to see ya/ the texting is no touching/ and heavy petting means no munching…

Agnus Dei qui tollis pecata mundi miserere nobis © Darrell Courtley, 1995