11, 12, 1, 2, 3. The hours that my mind decides to go on a full on adventure discovery people, places and spiritual activities.
These are the hours my soul comes alive. Igniting a fire that rages on ,searching on for its next victim to capture in its furry. This fire does not burn but takes over.
11, 12, 1, 2, 3; my third eyes sees the world as it truly is. Dark , cold , immoral, power hungry and fucking evil. It opens to show me the path among the den of thieves that wish to steal my magical creative energy.
The hours the spirits wonder the earth visiting relatives or just parting to the rhythms of our beating hearts as if it’s the latest hit song in the after life
11, 12, 1, 2, 3. Welcome to my great warped world of love, art and misery.