An Egg!

We Steal Children

Invader Bones

You've seen some images, now some words.

Boiling in the Cauldron...

Scanned a lot of my portland drawings today. zine is coming, coming, coming.

hype.

Something is rumbling beneath flesh terrain, codes are getting confused,
signals crossed, signatures lacerated; reprportioned, reanimated. Looking foward to finding the past of the future documented. rumbling and rupture promise makes it's vow.
bound and pressed, soon to confess, ages untold till now. chew your claws in anticipation.