Time itself grew old. Eons become meaningless and the fleeting specter of organic life fades from the universe. The final, inevitable, electron decay of all atoms grows near, and the entity known as Baronic Wall finally fulfills his promise to make his early cassettes available as pay what you want downloads: baronicwall.bandcamp.com

...In other news I have a few copies of Dead Space by the band Dead Channel who I do vocals for. $6 or trade. rustedeon (a)  (t) hotmail.com to purchase or correspond about whatever you might wish. The future is a miasma of possibilities, though I can say that Paracrystaline Domains is nearly finished. My very best wishes follow you into the ether...