Goodness Can Be Found Sometimes In The

When You Drank The World Was Still Out There, But For The Moment It Didn’t Have You By The Throat.

They Have No Idea That It Can Be Done By A Bus Driver, A Field Hand, Or A Fry Cook. They Have No Idea Where It Comes From. It Comes From Pain, Damnation And Impossibility. The Blow To The Soul Of The Gut. It Comes From Getting Burned And Seared And Slugged. It Comes From...new And Awful Places And The Same Old Places.

I Am Going To Start Selling Air In Dark Orange Bags Marked: Moon-blooms

She’s Mad, But She’s Magic.

Belane, Are You Nuts?" Who Knows? Insanity Is Comparative. Who Sets The Norm?