you appear to be screamin bloody murder in Neveremore,
perhaps since you facing upwards you cursing at god if shes there are not that we all shall find out on our own
that black leather is your ticket to ride; and i use poetic licsence often since i cant spell correctly
your best art is yet ahead of you i hope to watch it refined to the highest levels the pope could cover all of that old work of micheal angelo with your image and give you godship if you choice to accept
yours (to misquote The Raven and this fine photograph) forevermore,
thing in a jar outside rainbows, monster's mouth stranger still, split into two people laughing and smoldering we turn into children with donkey tails and ears the puppeteer's pretty one hangs in the doorway i'm your thing in a jar...all illuminated at night the moon eats the stars...and we are all illuminated i have a rage but its not hatred...all illuminated it's just all illuminatd...all illuminated i thought i heard a song in your voice...but i was wrong i thought i jheard your song in my head...but it was my own i once held it in my hands for awhile...but now it's gone i held it to the sky and now its gone i thought i heard your song in my head...but it was my own i'm your thing in a jar...all illuminated at night the moon eats the stars...and we are all illuminated i have a rage but it's not hatred...all illuminated it's just all illuminated...all illuminated
Dax Riggs a musician/lyricist/vocalist extraordinaire... ...if there was a god and she wanted to sing she would try to sing like Dax i want Dax to sing me to Death.