So it has come to pass: Revelations.

I now have permanent internet access, thanks to my new partner in crime. Together we'll raise the graves, burn martyrs, and maybe have a cup of tea or two.

But seriously, I'm moving to a new place in Bay City, where my art will expand billion-fold. Now that I have an excellent teacher, I might attempt painting again. My music is coming off of me in waves. My writing spews forth, covering my notebooks in ink and fetter, and now my third eye zombified gives me new attempts within a cameraic view. They can support or deny. I can no longer give care, nor judge their opinions upon my expansions.

Hate or Love. Worry or Understanding. Sink or Swim. I am here. I am now.