Fans, Family, Friends, Enemies, Here it is. Eleven tracks of gloom and doom. Let the melancholy wash over you and toss you to and fro on the sea of sadness. All things come to an end. We all fall into the same long line eventually. Portents of what lays ahead filters back as we step forward inch by grueling inch. The glows of our eventual salvation, or destruction, are the only sure things now. We are naked in the snow yet we do not shiver. Take a good look around you at the world we've inherited. Light the other end of your candle and enjoy what is left of our time here. Intentions are something I choose not to start out with when I embarked upon the making of these songs. I let the pieces fall where they did. Whatever mood I was in predominated what I produced in the studio. What came out were of course, my darkest fears, and my deepest sorrows. As an artist I always want to take you on a journey. Hold on tight this time and stay close. THORACIC SPARK may have been the ignition to something I may well have very little control over. If you get lost, press "STOP", and save yourself. I wrote far more instrumentals this time around. I hope you like what you hear.