Thoughts articulated at the beginning of this month, to realign myself and keep the fires lit boldly aflame!
a draft describing the daze of our remaining days
Some heretical science fiction, composed in a terrible and irreverent temper, in which reality disobeyed this mind so ardently that my interiors became indistinct from my exterior, praise G+D, amen.
Be safe, not sorry!
An open letter to our planet Earth, about current conditions.
“Everything political, everything politic,” said the blind man who was brown of heart in a broken, crooked voice. “Now you, you there, listen up, listen well, good, good, good.” Everything politic. My voice? asked the inverted savage, (angry at his pale-faced result!) Oh ya. Very very politic. You? asked the inverted sign of a savage,Continue reading “The Everything Politic/I Have Brown Privilege Probably Hope It(This) Helps/ Class War?Class War!/Shantih, Shantih ,Shantih.”