We set the ink down, on the streets of the town. where Eternity Stand Confound.
#16 ~in the moment~
library on shuffle play and a guitar breaks into a rythm an animal on a leash growling, gnawing at ghosts, and groveling in the mud the lead kicks in crawling out of a wormhole gathering into a symphony these dirty distorted sounds settles down to an uncontrollable trance only to be broken by this distant voice I’m a vodoo child the voice said Lord knoes I’m a voodoo child baby