dearly devoted,

with time, comes change/growth and the course in which my mind has traveled against the concrete landscape astounds even the tenured within this prison.  venus as a boy shall be no more.  not as in defeat but a rebirth of something entirely different.  i’ve met many of the people with whom i’ve perted lauded praises of their genius within the year here, but as a real journalist i desire to touch closer in the covenant we all share in common and sing about contextual meanings in all my discoveries.  i’ll leave the other sites of fodder to humour the feeble with imagery and window-shopping for things they don’t afford or witness.

tramping the globe but warmed with fond memories,