Ai started within the internet...... Will be found written in blood on a cave wall someday....

As the sky roars and the earth trembles we lie embraced holding harts and hopes, dreams and wants waiting to catch glimpses of each other in the flashes of lightning. The storm outside meeting stillness

New Moon ritual Graveyard August 2017 It is a late summer night in August and the night of the new moon, with bag packed full of the essentials for the night and for the occasion, Wight candles, small

DREAM 20TH JUNE 2017 vivid +++, astral ??? I fine myself on a path half mud half gravel track thick lined with trees and foliage so meany the view to aether side is obscured with a steep bank to my left

It rolls in predictably and as unstoppable as the sea mist I sit and watch. As if my love & happiness were the fast covered and retreating sun that is hidden by it. The mist, my dog, my shipwreck,

The leaving, the title of the move about my broken hart. The leaving two: the seqaul, the title of the move about my broken mind (a dark parody in the style of the move Airplane)

I was happy, alone and cold at night but my troubles few, my emotions were my own, my only concern me, accountable only to myself. Then along came a spider. A spider with a name and she span a Web 🕸.

My goddess, my black magic queen, my witch princess, my tormentor. I am your devotee do with me as you wish. I'm your dirt your slave your spit. Make me cry for you feel pain for you and be drained by

The boy who dreamt of a play........