-- A damnable November it has been, like a fetid-scented ashen lavender in a cold, brittle morning, this November has certainly been a damn'd one for "I"; either way an imagatic illustration is conceived in the womb of my subconscious by the ominous sperm of a 'supposed' depleted, anti-romanticist reality, frolicked by the gusto of artlessness and arbitrariness and, to me, I find it to be more invigorating then just mere words fluttering to describe the hushed dissonance.

In regards to the "narrative" of this piece, this time, however, I will let the piece speak for itself and so as it will somehow communicate to your very naked ocular perception of its very own existence. -- Allusions are plenteous from many works yet i'll keep it to myself ... for now.

[As always; Full-view, roam and meander however you may please]

Oh, Do take care and ciao-ciao ...

Sincerely and Raven-haired Alma's Hush'd Sneer; How Delightful -
The Chameleon Prophet