Like trying to understand how 99.9% of corporate media dimwits still have a job and aren’t peddling their fictional tales to rats and other assorted
Eyes Wide Closed
As the vapid and vile mass DIStraction that exudes from the orifices of non-humans masquerading as corporate media types in nicely tailored suits, blinking rapidly,
Flush That Shyte!
Like lollipops and candy canes falling from the skies in the form of geo-engineering goo that so few Americans can see because they can’t take
Gifts from God, Mother Earth, or the Committee of Dolphins Who Started All This
We’ve got to do the work on ourselves – we’ve got to come to an understanding of who we are, so that we can combat
Sunday Baroque
“If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: ‘The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.” ~
Our Ancestors Knew
Like creating an outrageously delicious seven-course culinary masterpiece but having your only cooking skill-set being dumping a box of genetically modified macaroni and cheese into
Dispatches from the Asylum 