Tree

"It's unbearable isn't it? The suffering of strangers. The agony of friends.There's a song at the heart of the world, & it's sound is like that of razors tearing through flesh. Come you can hear it's faint echoes now.I'm hear to turn up the volume (all the way to eleven, 'cos that's one louder... innit!) Here to press the stinking face of humanity in the dark blood of it's secret heart. You can't stop me childe, but you don't have to hear the music."I'm not the author of the above quotation... That honour belongs to Clive Barker... But you kind of get the idea...Anything to stimulate your mental appetite and hold your attention...I'm here in the ethereal netherworld to meet & greet wyth the 'few & the far between', the like minded & fellow kindred souls, the nocturne faithful & the raven clad horde & anyone else who cares to send me an ethereal missive for a chat and general discourse about whatever springs to mind...Especially those many souls and spirits and djinn and dybukk who have crossed my path, either at gigs or when I'm out and about and walking abroad and for one reason or another I haven't spoken to you in what seems like an aeon or a millenia...Because it's good to chat, moan, groan, squawk, squeak, talk and wail!!! MyGen Profile Generator