'a kind of light-headed feeling'


It’s been a while since I finished an L.P (ten + years if anyone’s counting) so I don’t wanna jinx it, but now is an especially fitting time to inform you i’ll be releasing my latest effort at the end of the month which am pretty excited about!


1. Sky Scrambling/Icarus
2. Tandem
3. A Stich in Time
4. Apol√łnia
5. Mores
6. White Knuckling
7. Good Grief (thru n thru)
8. Sun Kissed
9.  Paratroopers
10. Dragonfly

The majority of these tracks were hastily written during a particularly bad spell of mental health (in early 2015), I was struggling with crippling paranoia, intrusive thoughts, OCD, manic depression and a myriad of other horrible mind-fucks at the time.
The music doesn’t necessarily have answers, tips or reveal any secrets on how to deal with these problems, nevertheless it is my hope that the sincere reflection of that core aspect of the human condition: resilience in the face of apparent futility, that it will inspire others to not be so afraid of their own darkness and hopefully feel less isolated/forsaken and even open up a dialogue on these commonly unaddressed issues if you so wish.

The title is supposed to represent the idea of spiritual immolation: via heartfelt and earnest self inquiry one is able to unclothe and burn away/transmute all the negative social conditioning/karma/ego/heavy & dark energy one subconsciously embodies when adorning these temporary vessels.

Thnx for reading/listening. Bless up.
Peace n light xo




ru?el limoma-yuan-painting1water_spirit


As above, so below, as within, so without, as the universe, so the soul..


shooting stars


The Pro fit

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

Kahlil Gibran







stand the test of time



my head rests
on oscillating accumulations
heart beats around

coffee stained hlll tops
catherine wheel wind mills

toy town traffic jams
spread like wires over breadboards

lint covers emerald floating debris
once close
drifting apart
they’re vases swimming in a paddling pool
we’re babies kicking waves

shawn thornton

River Maid

To de rockin’ of de body…

To de bowin’ of de head…

To de rhythm of de groanin’…

De livin’ dancin’ wid de de’d

Two hundred voices in upliftment,

Raise de music loud an’ strong,

Fifty brethren groanin’, bowin’,

To de rhythm of de song.

Edward Seaga



A 101 in dope & crispy flow from various Seattle heads

hugging > mean mugging