Music is not SPAM. Music, video, retro nostalgia, poetry and death by eternal love, disco, damnation and comedy among other vampiric and erotic Satanic interludes. Enjoy.
Monday, June 30, 2025
Sunday, June 29, 2025
Saturday, June 28, 2025
Friday, June 27, 2025
Thursday, June 26, 2025
Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Tuesday, June 24, 2025
Monday, June 23, 2025
Sunday, June 22, 2025
Saturday, June 21, 2025
A Different Song
You will never be the same woman I saw
When I first looked into your eyes
Your lies made me see clearly
And truth made me blind
So long I watched a phantom dance in shadows
As we made mad passionate love
Now memories are ghosts that mock and cackle
Witnessing dreams that have come to pass
But remain in my heart as if in reality
Burning love frozen in time
Deceptive erotic mind games
Still call in the darkness
Dead and alive
Waiting for me to take her hand
So naked and seemingly alone
I dance to music that has gone silent
Anticipating a different song
That will not come.
Friday, June 20, 2025
Thursday, June 19, 2025
Lube Your Witches Well
Lube your witches well
For the dried out words you speak
May end up wicked and cruel
Flung back at you
Greater fools have fallen prey to love in the deep dark forest
And I can only offer tears and a sacrifice of red rose petals
It is easy to get lost in the night air when you are alone
As ecstasy passes like a shrieking spirit on the wind
There is an abyss in the human heart
That only a demon can fill before it runs away
Moisten your lips before you kiss her
And tell her what only two souls can share
Keep things wet while you can
Run your tongue across her body
Become one in the darkness of a dream
Hell's fire lies in a woman's amorous gaze
She is gone with the rising of the Sun
Moisten her skin with rank oils and perfume of newt
Then spray her with your hot seed
While she flails orgasmic on the sheets
These things I have learned from the most evil of witches
And in manuals of warlocks long deceased
Witches to this day still bear my sign
Against their will
Dried now like moist apricots
Plucked from the nasty devil tree
Frozen in a memory
Still.

