The impass that remains all throughout history
Lies within our love affair with both Science...

Searching in the darkness
You can never find your way...

My body is a mess of emotions,
My hands must be sweaty, because that sure is not...

The music rushes over me in waves.
It crashes down over me in a symphony of memories...

Here are some albums that I really enjoy
I take music quite seriously, it is not a toy...

I squeeze my fists
I stomp the floor...

The pit inside my stomach
grows with every swallow of pride...

The moon is half full and the air is crisp...
The soft glow from an old lamp shade brings one...