It’s about being lost in a perpetual dreamland, unable to escape or find your way. Time slips by and you’re without any awareness. Sound travels in strange ways leading to a fugal cacophony. You’re unable to focus as you search for someone, anything…

a melancholy 8-bit ballad - singing the sadness of the old and abandoned digital worlds children once explored

Apparently motorists weren't fond of loopty-loops or hazardous jumps over bottomless pits. The traffic designer was perplexed, given how well such things worked in a Hot Wheels setting. Still, he accepted the feedback, and digitally erased…

Winter of Peace Verse 1: Icy crystals fall from heaven — is your heart as pure as snow? Light fills the streets before seven — does your love help others glow? Yes, it’s the season to rejoice, but baby Jesus seeks your voice; So lift…