Spooning your stroogle to be getting clean

Fighting off those demons, sweaty, catching his breathe. He glimpses to his side and more of the shadows appear. A low voice emerges, a crackle at first. A hum of a munk with multiple octave growls. 
Eyes now rolling back into his skull the presence of danger fades away, and gently numbing comes into play. Still humming,
visuals now, as vibrarions, slowly intense glowing waves roll with the intensity... growing. 

Cecil?  


Phillip Bracken’s rhythms, melodies, and styling’s show a nomadic spirit. His voice is ethereal, filled with warmth, soul, and something raw. Rhythms, reflected by his guitar, bounce from calm to intense to hypnotic, and often end up a combination of the three. 

Peter Plummer is following