I’ll play the devil, you can be the light

September 21st, 2009

I’ll play the devil


You can be the light


You can save me from the sea


Where I’ll be the devil


You can play the light

-Three Mile Pilot


gentle impulsion

September 13th, 2009

An old woman told me about the days long ago when she ran a traveling magic show that toured the world. smoke and mirrors, sex and splendor, twisted perceptions and ugly truths.

And then she looked me in the eye and told me those days were long dead and long forgotten.

magician’s assistant, day 1

September 3rd, 2009

I held fire in my hand and pulled a duck out of thin air, distorting reality on the dimly lit stage. I buckled and hooked a straight jacket while the rain crept in and trailed down the walls and pooled on the wooden floors, blood and liquid stardust seeping down deep. The music was loud, the theatre dilapidated.

everything my dreams are made of.