Sometimes inspiration hits you like a thousand plastic turtles in your cochles. These are remnants of those times… They went underground like veteran sewer rats fleeing a clown-driven ambulance. Everything caught fire in a flourish of dimpled marshmallow. Two things became evident in the aftermath of all that had transpired: 1. She wasn’t going toContinue reading “Memes from the land of WTAF”
The Space Between
The Cosmic Liminality 