Accretion
Today is Muse’s birthday. And for her birthday she’s given us a gift. She calls it “Accretion.”
Riffs, raps, song, ink slung to a righteous bass line, and possibly a poem or two.
Today is Muse’s birthday. And for her birthday she’s given us a gift. She calls it “Accretion.”
…little me underground, fading, stalking, pretending to be dead, aiming to end a thing that has no heart and already has a bullet in the head…
With my last few drops, Muse demanded I tell you that this one’s best paired with a glass of red wine and Concrete Blonde’s “Bloodletting” and/or The Rage’s “Fistful of Steel” gently lurking in the background… Muse, you’ve taught me so much about wood and stone. I now wish to …
Artist, please
Claw at it
Happiness is being
the soft-spoken bass player
and the objectified
token male eye-candy
in an otherwise all-girl band.
Some loose-leaf poetry from “Declassified,” a ghost’s story. in the still I must refine pull leaves from wind’s stream so to taste them in a curl on the sides little pieces to consider mid-dream in the still I refine in the still the still I must refine the witches dance …
He blew in the winduntil thenwherever it would take himhe leaned into her with abandon andloosed his leavesin her streamshe heard only whisperslong beforehe knewthere was a voice. He blew in the winduntil thenhe had many musesuntil he againran into Her and fellover on his sidebecause he saw beautylong beforehe …
I have all the times in all the worlds and I always have time for a rainy day…
Imagine that you lost your sight.Imagine that you lost your pen in a fight.Imagine that you lost your pages in the night.Imagine living in a world that ain’t right.Imagine that you lost your ability to imagine.Now, wouldn’t that be the worst kind of fright?That’s what it’d be like.Villains are writers …