Life is good.

Anyway please check out;

http://www.myspace.com/506024139

For my music, I've updated with two new songs, one live, one recorded. It's really starting to fly.

Thanks,

Xander

I am officially all over the shop.

"RESISTANCE IS PERMANENCE,
THE POPULACE PUSHES CONSTANT,
for me to lie
in time,
with the White Star Line.
On a deep-sea bed,
amongst the stuka
held by manacles of coral
forged by sheer clarity and magnitude of resistant minds
isolated to drown.
The kraken sleeps."

Skies. Reams and reams of dulcet greys. I don't think it's going to end, until I see a patch of blue on the horizon.

Embracing. Two figures cling to each other. It's hard to tell whether it's a hello or an ultimate goodbye. Either way it seems life or death.

Crowds. Packing the towns, constrictive, jostling for position. The truth is they don't know that they're consumerist cattle bound for the slaughterhouse.

Fog; It creeps through the canal basin and freezes bushes and cobwebs. The world is now white.

Crows. On the High Street, two crows chase each other flirtatiously to and fro in front of oncoming traffic.

Pigeons. A squirming mass of wings and beaks writhing over the remains of a loaf of bread - pieces fly everywhere - it's like watching a cannibalistic ritual.

Almagamations. Lights shine on the window of the public transport; I can't decide whether they're there or just reflections of others.