honea byrne

   Interviewee:  " I produced what should be found as a hidden track on track 1." Interviewer: "Oh really. Please Go On..." I'm here with H. The time  zero   one five nine hours on the twenty six of the eleventh month of two thousand and twenty five. My name is Liz, this is  for Asylum Rock Magazine.     The ENTER view, Interviewee: "Thank you for having me on such short notice. I chose this time so that when   the closing of this enterview is near you can view my latest demo of 'Cemetery Rock.' It should end during the witching hour." There was an awkward pause.  "Hello-I guess I should say something to get started. I learned that changing points of view allows me to travel in and out of demensions." I paused, "Or as those working in the psychiatric community would say 'dementia' as in dementional. Regardless, i use emotions that they feel, felt, to travel through space and time. Going places li...

  “Well Tom Troubadour!” Tom heard the scraggly musician scream as if he saw some superstar and wanted the whole city of New Orleans to know. Tom wanted to hide. Thought he had lost the bum twenty minutes ago. Thought that when he told him, “I don’t have any left after I give you one,” would’ve made him leave. The bum said, “Thanks, I’ll pay you back.” “Yea right.” “Hey Tom,” now he was acting like they were best buds and that he hadn’t seen him in years. “You can give a bum or a gypsy something you can never ever get rid of them,” Tom thought to himself; as the bum walked side by side with him. From seemingly nowhere, the bum pulled out an unopened box of Marlboro Reds. "This is for you Tom," the bum said to him smiling as he quickly removed the cellophane, pulled one out and handed it to Tom. "Okay he probably stole these. and the cops will come and take this annoying bum away," Tom thought to himself, he took one out of his new pack and lit it. Then he watched ...

  Did I ever tell you about the time I escaped going to jail? I escaped by Spiritual Intervention?    Yes God IS real!   There I was in the back of this police car thinking to myself, "How did I get here?"  On the way to that small four cornered room; I looked out of the back window and saw three phantoms rise form the world wind hitting the inside of a triangle of two invisible fourth walls. Man drugs will take you to a place you really don’t wanna go like a possession that is similar to being in the backseat of a police car going to a place you don’t wanna go while you hear that song over the radio by the fix “One Thing Leads To Another.” Make you do things you thought you would never do.                                    The FUTURE is just a Series of CHOICES.    Earlier:  I was outside of the cem...

  …you gotta help me out. I’ll give you something. “The nerve of this haggardly skinny man,” he thought to himself, as he closed his guitar case. He had been busking all day long (playing his beat-up Murphy acoustic guitar on the sidewalk with Touch Down Jesus at Saint Elizabeth Church behind him). He had made twenty dollars in five hours. When I removed the Peruvian Prayer beads from the energy point, there was a special guitar string that I got from Drew’s Guitar Shop. When I was talked into buying it for five dollars because he told me that it would never break. Instead of using it I placed it into the energy point. The powerful energy attached to the string went to a New Orleans side walk that was in front of Touch Down Jesus. He was told never to make eye contact, but he did anyway. “Get Away From Me!” he screamed to the haggard thin man with long blondish grey dirty mop looking hair. Then a crowd walked by from a Haunted History tour and the seemingly beggar disappear...