• Yurb to Que6:30

I know this is a lot to take in. Pause briefly to catch your breath, swallow, then go on. 

  • Yurb to Urd 7:07

Yurb

​​The world has a continual garish radiance.

Sunglasses are my burka. They help me channel, open up the chambers of the mind.

You are walking stark naked through a hundred miles of desert, rattle snakes, wild dogs, hyenas, jackals out there. Then, in front of your eyes a commotion, you are being sucked into a vast empty space where words do not exits.

​I was fucking the Inca Corn Goddess, my back is now spattered with black animal spots of decay.