Jamey Lyon

An intergalactic ride through the depths of one's own mind (c. big bang).

My life's like bamboo, growing underground over all these years...

Yesterday, I laid my head down... and went to sleep.

Dear computer, are we more unkind to each other… or to ourselves?

An instrumental embodiment of what it means to start tumbling down, down, deeper only to find a path back up.

I was waiting for the right day, right time, right play, right game, right face, right mind...

Stretched too thin with a trust that couldn't bend, evil tastes different in person.

Dear reader, let it go.