The tree, which I'll call Her is reaching the end of Her natural life. Limbs that once were spread apart, have thickened so much, that a hand has barely enough room to pass between and touch the spot, where in a tangled bush the sweetest fruit is...

tisk, tisk, tisk…  maybe I’m just crazy wasting my time in a cyber world caring for imaginary frenemies         giving yet not given in a fAkE rEaLiTy!people who don’t know me feel the need to judge...

    After my escape from the fire. I headed into the studio, and sat down in front of the computer. My nerves were shot. I was very verklempt about the whole situation needless to say. I couldn’t understand...