Alphaaa:Blue 2012 -the rise, fall and inevitable rebirth of Jacurutu23: and the lost keys of Enoch

It is a very odd thing indeed to be “finishing” the first story you ever began writing. This is pure childhood space-imagination. Jacurutu Three ...has been dissolved in the Choronzonic supersolvent of the mass media. The 10 years is up. Out of time. It was the alphaaa and the omegggga 2003-2013 and everything in between was ceaseless drums. Alphaaa: 2012.The end of the world had indeed come but we all still had to live. I could stop here or I could imagine myself out of this, as I always had. I had a lot more to say. I always intended for “Alphaaa: 2012” my first story I had written, to be my last story as Jacurutu:3. I had lived life, created art...but always in the back of my head was the "space-rock" album I had always wanted to write, the adaptation of the story within the notebooks I had kept for years and years. It was the soundtrack to the end of the world and the beginning of the world. An alphaaa and omeggga. I had told many other stories throughout the years but now I was going back to my first story. The one that I constantly took notes on throughout my childhood in those 3 subject blue notebooks. It kept growing and growing, and I could barely keep up with writing down the ideas I had for it. It was a supernova, and I am recapturing the sound and energy of my first explosion of creativity.