Based on an incident involving my sister crusing for NSA fun in a field behind the truckers rest stop in Wylders Lane, Redditch on the 4th june 2013 around 10:30pm.

Dedicated to my wife's husband.

It dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.

My God! It's full of stars!

I think this was recorded during a death fetish crossdressing experiment at my Auntie Jane's 42 birthday party.

Improv with Treefrog -- potential track for RPM 2014. We'll see. - 2/19/14 ----- 2/24/14 - It turns out to be the opening track on this year's RPM submission. Even with it's unpredictable, 'catch me if you can' tempo changes this is probably…

It's lonely and dramatic and evocative and shit.

I have touched and I have known the memories of stone And echoes of the oceans are etched upon my bones My body's of the earth and my spirit's of the sky My mind is of the matter these memories will never die So let's go down below…

Amongst the ruins of a palaeogean place tiptoeing quietly where no foot has ever tread morbidly compelled by thoughts from another time I traverse the halls of the dead The doctors prod at me in my cachinnating madness always asking questions…