Certificates of failure aren’t generally issued, en masse, to the innocents in this shitstorm of life on Earth while they are still living. No, the
The Scent of The Cornholio…The Dogs know – The Months of their scamdemic
It’s one thing to take the low road that flows like molasses outside the shores of Lake Gehenna, where those who promoted the shitfuckery of
The inability to Recognize Freaks – The months of their Scamdemic
Remember when constipated individuals took a discrete path of alleviating their gastronomic issues that didn’t involve you knowing that they were full of shit? Ah,
Sunday Baroque
“Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life
Glorious Music Amidst the Months of their scamdemic
It was the worst of times, and inexplicably, even more wretched of times. A deluge of dopes, cement heads, shysters, jive artists, psychopath’s and butter
Saturday Jazz
“Jazz is an open ended music designed for open minds.”- Anonymous ‘Bewitched’- Paul Desmond w/Jim Hall Photo credit: http://www.unsplash.com/@photofil
Dispatches from the Asylum 