Hey-howdy-hey to all of you fantastic fuzzy-butt folkes! Sorry to be gone for so long. I'll probably make a journal or something about it later but for now- *sings to the tune of KISS' "Lick It Up"* "...Let's just be glad for this time togeeeether"!

And hey, while we're at it *claps* Let's give up some love for an outstanding little bit of commission work from the desk of the one and only  Fossabossa I tapped them on the shoulder for this little number and they did NOT disappoint!

One of the points of our relationship which has been a wonder which I still don't understand, my music.

Those of y'all wonderful watcher-types who've followed me for a while know that I used to play, years and years ago. I enjoyed guitar, the occasional bass, singing in our band but really, the violin was always my voice. I recall, oddly enough, when I was a wee wonky little demon, hearing "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" for the first time. This was long before I discovered what Charlie Daniel's opinions of people like me were (so let's please not go bitching about that in the comments, eh? Be nice.) but, no matter... It was the music alone that entranced my tiny little mind. The way the notes danced through the air with such energy and passion, they had a life of their own. It projected a sinfully infectious glow that practically demanded that you get off your ass and move. I recall thinking "I'm gonna do that, too!" So it was that my love for the fiddle began. *titters* I would listen to so many pieces by so many masters, put in years of time with so many different instruments and teachers and after so much time and effort I had achieved my goal. I could finally make my voice be heard, grasping at the thoughts and sounds in the ether with my bow and speaking through the vibrating cry of the strings. It's an act of creation, like drawing, painting, sculpting and it can be just as powerful.

Then, Tabitha.

Not to get into what was done to her but what was that brutal act of hate left behind was little more than poison. I had it inside me, for years, always. No matter how big my smile, even when I laughed, spent the night dancing, drinking, banging away at whoever I went home with that night, it's been there- anger, fury, hate, self-loathing, blame, pain and guilt. SO much guilt. I know I blamed myself and in part, I still do. I probably always will. Years of nightmares, burying myself in SO many empty pursuits. I suppose in a way it's what I was already doing...

But now, this. Mi esposa, my wife, my friend, my partner in Satanism and my queen,  Sanita_Squirrel You come into my life. You didn't "fix" me. I know that. I still enjoy dancing and drinking an I will always be glad to bang away at you all night *chuckles* but- Still, somehow, us being together, the ways I've changed from knowing you, you becoming pregnant with little Edgar Vincent and bringing him into the world, seeing his sweet little smile, our relationship forcing me to be a better person for him, for you, for me, something in all of 'us' fixed that. Some scale inside me has been set right again.

Which brings me to this image. I don't know that the mighty mighty :Fossabossa: intended to make this message come through in this image but it is there. The sun sets on an old day, on an old life- an old "me", maybe even an old "us", leaving a beautiful and glorious new night for our little family, you, my Satanic Life-mate, our precious little son and the daughter you carry with you.

I may not be around all that much longer but maybe I'll at least finally make that symphony for you all before I go.

Big BIG love to the wonderful  fossabossa If you have some cash to spare and want some beautiful imagery of your own, note them up and see if you can twist that arm. You won't be disappointed.


This world is only as bleak and awful as we make it and once the sun sets, the night is all ours. No Gods and No Masters. Love Yourselves and Love One Another you beautiful bastards. Ave Lucifer.