Cemetery Rock (C) 2025 edits in progress...

 I produced what should

be found as a hidden track

on track 1. "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,

"Thank you for having me on such short notice. I chose this time so near the closing of this enterview 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, through space and time. Going places like graveyards when and where some energies are left behind...I reap. The consequence is it can be damaging for the psyche. 

Because maybe it's better to be interviewed; have an intake from a psyche tech, to determine rather I should be put away or not.

She grinned and I could tell by the way she took notes that she was drawing a smiley face on her papers.

"So is all of this going to be on or off the record?"

"Understood."

"Why do you play your guitar in graveyards?"

"To put it more accurately: I also beat on the guitar while I play with a skull shaped hand held shaker; as well as playing with a delay pedal and screamer pedal. If there is any lost there I invite them to come with me."

and someone imagines a memory-a familiar sting. Then everything gets loud: the beating of her heart was the bass and the sounds of the graveyard. Such things as the churping of birds and the hissing of insects was the trebble. The trebble sounded more like the crackle of vynil record being played.. 

She was stuck for a moment after she looked at the tombstones while the sun set's rays released like ravaging fingers manipulating the shadows on the tombstones. Then those fingers through colors into the sky: orange red, pink to grey. Then the street's light and moonlight glare faded to a pale green color of a corpse. 

"How appropriate as she stepped outside of her body she noticed her body was pale green. A depression on a tree root bare of bark collected enough water to casts a mirror reflecting. She saw me playing the guitar in that spot where 


she could not return

 to herself. 



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