Formerly a bed-wetting, drug-addicted, Mormon Drag Queen...Saviour Onassis has forsaken that life in pursuit of the more wholesome virtues of a Rock Star. After meeting Courtney Love and thinking "I can do that!" SO bought a guitar and lined up his stuffed animals as a captive audience to what was sure to be the bloodiest, most beautiful birth of genius the world has ever known. Now is the time to let it go. Into the ether... and the gods may smile and laugh to themselves. When all is said and done, he knows this much is true: You gotta believe in something.
Which brings us to here, the eternal now... Not to be confused with the eternal then, which is infinitely less eternal as it resides in the past and/or future depending, I suppose, on the whimsical nature of the space-time continuum. And depending, of course on the dreams of that majestic creature: the albatross. (Whom it is rumored to be amongst the supposed "powers that be.") If we, indeed, are all mere apparitions in said albatrossian dreams, then it is to be concluded that: I am you and you are me and we are all and all is nothing, etc. So...
Every beginning has an end and every enemy has a friend and all that we perceive to be is not and all that we cannot conceive is pure and THAT, my friends, is the energy of the universe at work and play.... and so this biography must come to an "end" but it is a falsity to be sure. In the words of Oscar Wilde:
"It is sad... One half of the world does not believe in God, and the other half does not believe in me."