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Life's a trip without an itinerary.

Words and images of a SHākē persona, with the help of a gaggle of enigmatic creative peons.

'The Creek' is still being held by a gang of irrational fears, but negitions are moving forward. An anonymous source with connections to the story, is confident a release is imminent. In the mean time the Creek's captors have, as a sign of good faith, provided this partial homepage view. A snippet at best.

Creative Peons

Unfettered we dissolve into evil plots against ourselves.

Spinning inside the mind polishes the hurt.

Cuts rough, bites jagged, rubbed raw, spits diamonds.

If not for the servitude of expression.

Eyes and mind wander estranged from life itself.

Hudson Howl Principal Enigma In Charge of Principles, Scruples & Fictitious Truth

Beyond Plum Creek's SHākē Laureate in Residence. Part muse. A dapper Gandhian-like Mad Hatter, who goes about life throwing paint into the air in hopes something just might stick. And, he wears a cool hat.

Ol' Raven Curmudgeon at Large

A one-eyed old crow that thinks he is an Eagle. And tells it like it is, with a somewhat polluted angry bird philosphy.

Ruthie A Dirty Unkempt Fairy

An ugly star. To an adolescent breeze on a tear. Simply the compassionate vagabond. Content to curl up in decay and poverty. Home for her; where no one else dares. First to throw a lifeline. The first to bite if poked.