Scratch Lyrics from Elvis Angel, the Wandering Minstrel

Scratch lyrics from Roaming Snyder (by Elvis Angel) open road, my cart, steeds in front of me. i lift my hand but no one sees, the dark is filled with smoke and hollowed trees hologram breathes fire, looks like god but we know he’s mean, like no one we’ve ever seen. light my pyre, with…

Security Control Study in Primitive Holographic Existence

Romy, hiding in the willow branches one moment, lying on his bed and looking up at Mary the next. He pulled his head up toward his guardian’s face and stopped. He pulled his head up. He did. HE. Who was he? WHO pulled his head up?Was HE energy? Where did the energy come from? From…