ANY FOOL CAN DIE! – Sing to Me of the Melodic Frequencies With Which Your Monarch Wings Flutter in the Sullen Winds of DIVINE BOREDOM! Quietly Into the Night? Nay– How Do You Glide Into the WHITE LIGHT!?

I remember visiting the anarchist collective house where my sister stayed for a time, here in the gateway to the west. St. Louis's BOLOZONE as they called it then. A humming hive of activity and playful daring, with a homemade guitar-pedal lab in the basement as a way to meet-ends, and a milk crate of … Continue reading ANY FOOL CAN DIE! – Sing to Me of the Melodic Frequencies With Which Your Monarch Wings Flutter in the Sullen Winds of DIVINE BOREDOM! Quietly Into the Night? Nay– How Do You Glide Into the WHITE LIGHT!?

I worry about bomb-throwers and starving people, the way any healthy politician should

Not a good sign corporate hasn't gotten on board with the thrust of people to change their lives and have a better shake. Meager reallocations of police funds. Some brands changing mascots. People thinking things are mostly over. They're regrouping and no one has learned anything from anyone about what they are actually feeling. So … Continue reading I worry about bomb-throwers and starving people, the way any healthy politician should