About twelve years ago I wondered off into Pan-Africanism [I get that from my Mama], I was listening to random reggae music, smoking, popping pills and fuckin' only G_d knows who. I survived a few suicide attempts, lost jobs, an apartment, a couple cars, my kids dad, a baby and my love for all things great and small.

I learned I hate more people than I love...
I prefer the truth over a fig leaf...
My consanguinity is non-negotiable...
My heresy is stuck on default...
The silence is still golden...
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Kimee[My kid]is now eighteen and I Am ready to go back to work. The Theion Temple LLC is my cuddley bundle of aneurysms stemming from my rape, my fondness of Biblical plagues and unorthodox Christian art.

My cousin came down from Baltimore to clean my computer off so I can have room to reload my eardrums with some old favorites.So far Incubus is on the list...maybe Deftones...Mars Volta? I'll see after I get all of Boyd's work settled in. I like Rebel Girls almost immediately so I drew it up post haste using Adobe Illustrator.

I combined the lyrics with elements from The Blacksun Bloodmoon Project. The equalizer representing the pulse of Boyd's music across all fifty states, the divide between us here in DC and his throne in Hollywood, the 5 females seated as characters, the Corvus, the Metatron, and the gaze of the all seeing eye as a witness to our urban legend based on the book of Revelation. I crowned this piece with the diamond formation and The Hand of The Boyd Clan this Theion Temple LLC piece wishes to show appreciation to Brandon for his song Rebel Girls...
"and meeting at the gates is blue eyed and blonde...[Please read on Boyd Clan].
With black eyed and brown we'll make tangible...
Inner space reflect the never quiet rebellion on the side of the moon...[Please read the book of Revelation and/or literature on the moon and her cycles]

Rebel Girls