FALL 08        

later on this evening, on a mountain high above the fogline, i will partake in several grams of potent psychedelics and for many a full moon hours be master of my domain. a domain not many enter and fewer still leave unscathed.

but now the beach is dark...envelopped in fog and soft sand, the footing uncertain among the looming mass of rocks the shape of fin, merely a thread of a luring siren away it seems, from crashing waves and the vast sweep of water can i be so easily overwhelmed by the immensity, so terrified by the oh so easy embrace...that of the kingdom of Neptune calling back its servant.