Hot Sauce Eases The Pain Of Late Stage Capitalism
Last August, I was supposed to go to a protest. This is the story of me not going to the protest. Continue reading Hot Sauce Eases The Pain Of Late Stage Capitalism
Last August, I was supposed to go to a protest. This is the story of me not going to the protest. Continue reading Hot Sauce Eases The Pain Of Late Stage Capitalism
LBM is limited in public transport experience… Continue reading Meltdown On The Greyhound
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure. -unknown Death is a journey. -Death Cult time to weigh anchor,fly from snowfall to sunset,return to the source morning in the airport bar,drinks with a stranger turned friend travel nap over,touch down in California;Bifter, here I come peyote driven uberreminds, no expectations welcomed to trash campby a wizard, shield maiden,and moonchild ranger breathing freely, feeling moremyself, garbed in … Continue reading A First Battle For The Ring
In November of last year, I was asked to officiate a friends’ wedding. Continue reading I Officiated A Witch Wedding