Curses, 2004

It's gonna be very uncomfortable for awhile as your ears readjust to the new sound of my voice. 

Not even sure you can call it that; it resembles now that sound from space that's a dull roar or some droning hum.  


I have pointed out in previous posts that I'd be taking a new form; as things stand now, I have no reservations about revealing this now. 


It was never my intention to be here all that long.

I'd gone to Iowa because I was told that was where real artists went, true practitioners of the dark arts so I was told.

Instead, I fell love and made too much time here.

No more,