Bluesky Bliss

"born in a blood custard maelstrom, surrounded by whispering trees as a child, traversed to a techno megaopolis as a teen, immersed in dreamlike realities folding in on each other like chocolate flakes at a Swiss buffet, painted his way out of an art-induced reverie to locations and sets and complications and sex, wrote of other lives; became a number of them, returned to a half-finished life and wondered what he had missed..."

My old friend Lewis ....