Adjust your eyes to the brightness. The breaks are cold. You walking through the hall in your pajama bottoms, wondering if I’ve moved at all. (I have not. I don’t know what to do.) Anxiously. I should get out more. But I think I’ll just eat a cheeseburger. Apply for some jobs. Chew some more […]More
A̶ ̶g̶l̶i̶t̶c̶h̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶c̶h̶,̶ ̶m̶a̶l̶f̶u̶n̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶i̶n̶g̶,̶ ̶&̶ ̶d̶e̶s̶t̶r̶o̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶c̶i̶v̶i̶l̶i̶z̶a̶t̶i̶o̶n̶s̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶b̶s̶u̶r̶d̶i̶s̶t̶ ̶k̶i̶n̶k̶.̶ ̶&̶ ̶d̶a̶t̶a̶.̶ ̶π̶ Hanging out with Rona writing stuff. Independent publisher. Art Director & Editor of MAYDAY SMTX. Digital Media Consultant for hire.