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...

  …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 dis...