On Lucifer’s slipstream
X-rayed by your razor eyes, bass-beat baseline, glockenspieled, curse me blind with whimpered cries. I bend before you girl, raw and tender, peeled I feel you, come and hang with […]
X-rayed by your razor eyes, bass-beat baseline, glockenspieled, curse me blind with whimpered cries. I bend before you girl, raw and tender, peeled I feel you, come and hang with […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff