Long Live Cyberpunk.

Again, the ride doesn’t end. I remained this blog as battle against my own battles against depression, and my pursuit to take on writing seriously with gusto and my own style of rough blunt dark humor.

That hasn’t stopped. The blog became over my channel breath life into cyberpunk and with the death of Star Wars it has led me to declare Cyberpunk’s time to raise again.

I’ve been in the lab. Cooking up some stuff and working on my career aspects to breath new life into Iron age.

I got a dream. I want more Cyberpunk stories. I want indie artists to create more creative stories. Something or someone has take up creation of brand new art in the void left by the death of Star Wars.

Hey, I’m just a American Bard born in the 20th century in the decades that cyberpunk came into existence.

I’m here too put a fire cracker under the dead and stinking legacy left by the Disney Star Wars era. Ya heard.