Oh the world I travel as I follow this dream seeking only to make it more real. I share my songs with both the wise and the foolish, for my wisdom's preposterously concealed. My eyes sometimes hide in the shadows of the night as I prows til the dawn dew makes her stick. For that is the hour when my soul finds her power and I begin conjuring my tricks. By tricks I mean captious sometimes contrary actions that my design and lucubration turn to song. That is what I am and I'm dying to meet you so this Wednesday come join me and get your hump day libation on.