Dispatches from the Asylum

For reasons of, ‘I f**king don’t know’, we’ve been cast upon an indescribably beautiful rock, with flora, fauna, herbs, minerals and all else that nature

Tis the dank and dismal days – as the cement heads intend.  The chief maniacal gollum is at it again, hoping to bring continued pain,

  In tonight’s episode of ‘why did God, Mother Earth, the committee of dolphins abandon our asses and leave us ruled by psychopath’s without a

The festival of f**kery is never-ending. A phalanx of the unwashed clutch pearls and tug at their masks of shame and oxygen depravation, breathing in