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In the midst of the destruction, the emptiness, the things so long wanted laid to waste in the morning, she said unto me three things. Algiz. Odal. Kenaz. And with that, another personal apocalypse beyond form. There is no hope for that what was, nor for that which is and shall be.

Beware the result of getting what has ever been so long desired, lest the voices of need whisper in the night to no avail. Live March 30, 2020

Anti-social distancing, keep back 3555ms or face annihilation.

Some beautiful things are beyond words. This is not one of those.

Live December 5, 2019. There are things that cannot be seen, shall not be known, and who strike of love alone.

When the silence becomes a throb of feedback at dawn, what was heard in the silence before?

Nothing quite prepares for that moment in time. That which is and ever shall have been is already. (Live October 22, 2019)

Live October 2, 2019. That which is appointed ever is, and once woke, cannot be put to rest. The fires, evermore.

The question that vexes and provokes, burning bright. (Live September 12, 2019)

That space beyond spaces, of which I could not speak. Oh, my angels, I understand. Take me home!

Bubble, bubble, toil, and the work of wickedness. There are things on and about this earth that know all things, even how to launder pilfered intangible things.

The aires never lie, and never tell.

Live June 22, 2019. When words fail, and the places I must go loom large. In a void beyond the primordial beginning, there is a reflective monolith beyond reflection, seven symbols engraved on each panel therein.

Live May 31, 2019. The mountains have always called. And I called back.

On the rounds appointed, sometimes the monster is me, wading through the aftermath of a storm. Live May 16, 2019.

Some things drift through the endless sands. Some things were meant for that place and that place alone.

From "A True and Faithful Relation", as recorded by Dee & Kelly, May 23, 1587. "I am the daughter of Fortitude, and ravished every hour, from my youth. For behold, I am Understanding, and Science dwelleth in me; and the heavens oppress me. They covet and desire me with infinite appetite; few or none that are earthly have embraced me, for I am shadowed with the Circle of the Stone, and covered with...

Live May 1, 2019. Somewhere off the darkness of the mountaintop, the wicked way comes. Oh, the wicked way.

Before the black mirror, before the crack in the world, it was as one Angel foretold.

Live April 3, 2019. There are things I can never explain, but I can play them a song. For She and thee, I await, coiled snake upon and around the blackest of eggs, the seeds for apocalypse, and the resting place of all my hopes. This Equinox never did fade. But, even I must return, even if it is not the same who left.

The work of the sword, mountaintop bound.

Seven trumpets herald what I have always known.

Hangman, hangman, loose within the circle, Hangman of the ages speaking in the drips of scarlet run. Hangman, from this circle be done, Hangman, hangman, back to the mirror... Veil one.

Invasion of the factory presets continue (#117 DreamSequence #118 Infinite Dly), battling it out for a piece of my soul. A duet from times long past, for less than the price of a plugin.

Live February 28, 2019. Give a man the ridiculous plate reverb he's been wanting, and he gets entranced by the cheesy factory harmonized presets. (#133, 3rd4th Pong)