This box can hide a secret inside. Spend all your time waiting for that second chance. For the break that will make it ok. I need some distraction, oh beautiful release. Memories seep from my veins. They may be empty and weightless, and maybe. In the arms of an angel, fly away from here. From this dark, cold room, and the endlessness that you fear.

Yet another crazy piece of careless and carefree capering about in cyber space. A festive pantomiming of the seasonal and herbal parsnip variety. Currently in rehearsal, scripts still being edited and scenery not even yet painted. Crikey, people, we need music! And perhaps I need a little help? I, Like The View.