Seethe. I'm shaking. My inner voice's single primal scream could rip a thousand vocal chords. It seems we are bubbling along approaching the boiling point. The…
Sometimes we slip. It is human. We can't help it. What happens when that sometimes becomes always. Systematic ineptitude. Or maybe its working exactly as designed?
Metal Fingers. Gifting the stars and the weaving the soundscape. Caped and masked. The arch-villainy and final boss. Anonymous Legend. The Character and the Man. R.I.P.