Biography

We stroll in on late nights, the early morning light still far away, the dusk air long passed. We're revolutionaries with garments of decades dead; advocates of midnight lurking in hazy bar corners. We lie in empty city streets, enter with the fog, and retire with the last street light.

I write, I sing, I draw. I'll be your scop on this journey, ladles and jellyspoons, so keep your handbags and satchels on your person and watch your step.

This is me: Growing more restless every minute.

So, I have a super-old account on here that I forgot about for about four years or so... I have no means of accessing it anymore. Probably for the best, really; it's a rather embarrassing display all around.