She is my One. Said so many times as a cry to the darkness of night, whispered to Her ear, sunk in the memory of Dream. She is my One. Distance separates us. Borders of Worlds apart... But within one Realm. Occi Dens Pacifica... Be it California or Oregon. Time advances and strides to our Union. Hardships remain, pitfalls and windfalls... The way is clear, but the time is not yet right. Soon it will be. My pictures of Her likened to a song I adore will be replaced by flesh and blo... read more

I thread time, through the past of my own invention.
I thread time, within the echo of my own damnation.

Threading time against the turning moon.
Threading time within the twilight loom.

I sunder the ignorance of my ways forgotten.
I sunder the indifference of my dreams turned rotten.

Threading time against the blessed moon.
Threading time within across my loom.

It rises in me. The voices of all. Her gaze is mine. The voices of all. Her voice is mine. Our voices One.
It ... read more

There comes a time when I must step aside from the Drama of those gathered around me. Delve into the nature of my art, music and writing and not allow the outside world's stimuli to effect me. My love, those I care about... The girls. They are who matter to me. The future I build. Not the whimsical underpinnings of club Drama. All I do... Every motion, every breath is for my Kin. My Love, Our Daughters. They are all that matter. All I do is for my Family. Even in the distance...

There is no way to express... There is nothing to fear. There is no way to feel... There is nothing to fear. There is noting but the rain falling... There is nothing to fear.

Dare I endure such words? Lay faith in hope? Dare I allow myself to stand without fear? When all the world rushes up to meet me in a wave of destruction. All I know... All I do is challenged in this moment. All I do... Is for naught. So dare I stand without fear at the edge of this precipice. Leap forwar... read more

Despite how massively gory Sweeny Tod was, I did enjoy it. Still though, Edward Scissorhands is my favorite. It falls into the Halmark of every film a good goth baby should see. So, the minions will be going out to see Sweeny Tod again today and I can't help but go. I've a serious Helena Bhonam Carter devotion. Hey, if the Raven can have Brad Pitt, I can have Helena. Or Clair Danes. Or Gillian Anderson. Or Bernadette Peters... (Yes i know they're all readheads). Shh. Anyway... I'm ... read more