PureVolume

Janice markel was her name and she is the long lost saxon Godess of light and illumination. Behold, she came to me in a vision one evening before twilight as i was busy sipping champagne with friends. Her solid force struck me in mid-jovial sentence and i was layed out, prostate upon the ground. My friends looked on as i began to babble in a strange foreign tongue, and it was not long before they realized that i was under the influence of some wandering spirit. When i came to, my senses felt fresh and anew, as if i had bathed in the strongest floor tile cleaner ever made. (Pine-Sol, i believe it's called) Slowly i got up off the ground, and with a twinkle in my eye, preached a new and strange gospel of love and political savvyness. My friends were moved and begged me to let them become my disciples, but i declined their offer and explained that i was not the one they sought, but She was. Here's to you, janice markel, light Godess of our ancestors. We will faithfully await your return until the end of time. In the meantime, i dedicate these songs to your worship, and i will always remember where the inspiration came from in the first place.

much love,
rob jacobs II