Maybe a bit of gin and dry vermouth; maybe tonic water and a good splash of vodka, maybe rye whiskey, sweet vermouth and bitters to
Sunday Baroque
If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another
their hazardous and life-Ending Shyte – The Months of their rotted scamdemic
The nagging and most pressing question on everyone’s mind (so the corporate media spews) is how many booster jabs of battery acid will be needed
Saturday Jazz
“I believe that man is here to grow into the fullest, the best that he can be. At least this is what I want to
God, Mother earth Screwed Up – the Months of ThEir Scamdemic
As we all know, God, Mother Earth or the committee of dolphins who created this wonder, turned nightmare vaudeville by nutjobs, cement heads, psychofuck’s and
The Revolution won’t be Televised and You Won’t Be Compensated – The Months of their Bullshit scamdemic
As most of the unwashed continue to accept kicks in the crotch and cinder blocks to the head from morons and dopes masquerading as government
Dispatches from the Asylum 