Sometimes the Beatles have it in them to get me going along, and otherwise, that industrial rhythm that Black Sabbath's Paranoid album still brings, I have been within the studio walls contemplating wizardry, attending online dating seminars for shamans and deducing Zoloft and Zale's ever expanding dialogue of what came first, the depress or the golden dress. This week, experiencing and participating in alleyway midnight lit theatre shows with native Tainos and being part of a ritual where the Knights of Malted beverages was the height, as the medium was an induction into the secret teachings in the manly halls of the pendulum. In that time, I've managed to paint up some things that may be of concern to the midnight soul who prefers to to paint to the runes and live by the dunes....