aj_paradiselost

On the top of the mountain the wolves are howling and I am playing my guitar. It is an orchestra of thier howls and my dark chord structures. The wind carries our compisition across the peaks and high into the starry sky. The roar of an avalanche Below adds to the sound, natures joining voice, booming as all fucking hell. Yeah, a god, me. I have always been and always will be.