Dye Corduroy - At Your Meridian - The Video

self made, self taught, self thought, self selved, self served

post-traumatic/rebuilding

With bonds that were bound in felicity, to travels that were spun in gold sunsets & crystalline gossamers of delight. To the sound of the world exploding. Til' the last beat of the last savior. This is the part where you rebuild... with no motives & and no inspiration. This is the stone on which you bleed your strokes of genius to no avail and to no premise. Ambling. Waving. Wavering. Vanishing.

The democratic war-horse is now inside the veins of the vain. The militant pig is on the loose.