dabblers in the ravishing art of gonzo magick

an audience for this transaction of mindless violence

remaining light deadbeat pigeons sunning

survived by a swaying sapling where the winter forest once stood majestic

winter static the reattachment of lips

the collective consciousness slowed by the seasons

after dark we redefine the quiet to suit our manic needs

desperation and the fog that threatens every waking step

your grim scented softness suffocates the senses