“It bugs me when people try to analyze jazz as an intellectual theorem. It’s not. It’s feeling.” – Bill Evans *** Bill Evans – “My
What the Eyes See
As innocents worldwide continue to suffer more than Job ever endured, with modern day psychopath’s and non-humans dumping their shitf**kery upon them, there were hopeful
The Gods of Ignorance Silenced
Lifeless, cold, dead on impact. No, it’s not an evening at the local morgue, it’s the everyday on the world wide waste. Thunderous minds opt
A Flower in Her Hair
“A Flower In Her Hair” A Short Story *** It isn’t as it was, she thought. Pines, that back then, seemed to tower above her,
Fresh Droppings
When it comes to jive artists and their penchant to barf up rock solid turds for their dead-brained supporters to feast upon, there are the
The Dawn of Days
With society at large screaming for subsiding in permanent outhouses of sub-mediocrity where only shit thrives – lest we forget – there were others living
Dispatches from the Asylum 