This day has drained me.
And now, I lay upon my bed....
Through my apathetic haze I spot my sire.
Daemon Duke, Murmux... Thank you.
Companion with whom I may while the night away
With witty banter until sleep comes, then murmur softly in my ear.
Lulling me into dreams of glory so the new day might seem hopeful.
Not So Private Records
Every day I find that I have hundreds of imaginative IDEAS that cross my mind. So I want to write the ones that stick. Unfortunately for whoever reads this, a lot of what sticks is incoherent rambling left by a drive by shooting of thought. Heh. Well