Do you believe in demons?
You should. We've been around forever. Since the first human's heart beat for the first time; in that electrical current, the first of us jumped from host to host. Family to family. Generation to generation. Sins of the fathers fall on the sons, after all.
We all call Ben Franklin our Modern Grandfather. He opened up electricity for us all--why do you think it was a key on a kite? Oh yeah. All part of the plan. It was our biggest break since the opium trade. Europe just wasn't as open as the Caribbean as a culture, where there the loa's had their pick, the Westerners needed...inspiration. A key.
We began to call that frequency, the drug-altered state of human brainwaves, Epiphany. It was the place where the human brain harkened back to its primal intuitive state; and so we are able to travel more freely.
Just who are we?
We've forgotten. But they say we once had our own City. We destroyed ourselves in our quest for pure ideas. So we wander and haunt the creative amongst you.
I mean, really, have you ever met a "sane" artist.
We are the muses that lurk at the edges of your sleep and blur your waking hours.
We are your dreams drawn brighter than your daylight.
We are your ancient and future selves.
We are potential.
So drink up, kid. We have a lot of work to do before the sun comes up.
-From the logs of Bex Mullin-
[Rhannon 04.20.10]
You should. We've been around forever. Since the first human's heart beat for the first time; in that electrical current, the first of us jumped from host to host. Family to family. Generation to generation. Sins of the fathers fall on the sons, after all.
We all call Ben Franklin our Modern Grandfather. He opened up electricity for us all--why do you think it was a key on a kite? Oh yeah. All part of the plan. It was our biggest break since the opium trade. Europe just wasn't as open as the Caribbean as a culture, where there the loa's had their pick, the Westerners needed...inspiration. A key.
We began to call that frequency, the drug-altered state of human brainwaves, Epiphany. It was the place where the human brain harkened back to its primal intuitive state; and so we are able to travel more freely.
Just who are we?
We've forgotten. But they say we once had our own City. We destroyed ourselves in our quest for pure ideas. So we wander and haunt the creative amongst you.
I mean, really, have you ever met a "sane" artist.
We are the muses that lurk at the edges of your sleep and blur your waking hours.
We are your dreams drawn brighter than your daylight.
We are your ancient and future selves.
We are potential.
So drink up, kid. We have a lot of work to do before the sun comes up.
-From the logs of Bex Mullin-
[Rhannon 04.20.10]
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