Writer, Dancer, Drummer, purveyor of the phantasmagorical and other sundries...

"Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh...Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonesense now...It was such bliss, my brothers...As I slooshied, my glazzies tight shut to shut in the bliss that was better than any sythemesc Bog or God, I knew such lovely pictures...And so the lovely music glided to its glowing close." -Anthony Burgess, "A clockwork orange"