A vast sense of years past, washed over; faces gone, misted away…such gorgeous and tragic masterstrokes could only come from one stone:
And along with it today, some grand news.
By train or time machine, next stop seems like a self-inflicted dead-end; past passion, around the corner to obsession. And there’s no derailing when minds are being read, and words have been given this kind of coo.
Treatment by The Tearist.
Simultaneously inviting and imposing, these massive shamanic rumblings beg the question: if this is a warmup, then what’s next?
Longshoreman | Chthonic Warmup
For now, Longshoreman exists solely on a page, activity looms.