i can only speculate cant hardly articulate this realm ive entered alice in wonderland outlandish kind of ascension the taxi driver kisses my mother on the forehead a scented bottled car spray in the back seat gets my attention i use enough conjure up Aaliyeah's folks in the news saying they're making a perfume in her remembrance ten or more years ago i wrote a book of choregraphed creative fictionalized non fiction its still stirrin up the universe in ways too strange 2mention and now i got called to remember a slave plantation that delved into necromancy instead of cotton picking this story about the conjurers touch and a haunting still working its way thru the now of us so deep its got my computer in the ghostly dream and an eyespy cam as the proof of this offering to the realms of the uncharted coffers WELCOME2THIS ANNOITING