Welcome to the Digital Extension of the Mind of a Madman.

Find Time to Find Mind

There is a voice; one dismisses it as happenstance. It happens fast. Seems to whisper, seems to know things before they fester. Intuitive in approach, the voice, not your own. It draws from a pool of universal energies and creates an amorphous, intangible, elusive thought. Find yours in mine.

Things Fall Apart to be Rebuilt.

In the ashes lie an illusory fabrication of democracy; that is fine. In the ashes lie a former self; that is fine. In the ashes lie our table where we dine on embers, sighs turn to whispers, whispers turn to roars, roars turn to silence.

Time is a construction of man. Man compartmentalizes time to monetize it. Construct yours accordingly.

Tick, Tick . . .