Days and evening often specialize in primitive behaviours, morning forgotten and left then later to one’s imagination. Is it the imagination though that capitalizes on our most horrific thoughts and experiences that lead to that existential moment when we are caught in the rapture of testicular strangulation or otherwise? A true alchemists journey into the heart of all amalgamations. The 11th String! You're going to change that one thing for sure. Please hear the new music for you and your's. Give us that. Licks from hand, random beats of broken drum, minds of fortune create our artistic masterpiece. Join us into a land long forgotten, when the dust lived in the far corners. Journey with strangers and magicians further than the mind can cascade and rest at the seat of Rhadamanthus. People ask often, when is the Imbarkment on it's way? When is that land mass going to push? What time did the witch appear? Who was that? Zorax 19:11