Come on Feel the Noise

It has been twenty years since i first pulled kite string. My escape from the above tangle has taken me 66 miles away... I yet await the additional 6. ...feet under that is.

This blog is dedicated to the broken and the beaten... the dejected and delirius... kicked -- kottled -- and kite strung... abondon hovers over the silvered knife's slivered edge ...understanding pitched like so much self resolve up on twisted rot piles county dumped ...don't try and hear this... read it 'till you can smell it.