A Jump to the Left
Sometimes a pang in the heart as if I’ll never fix things, that all around escapes my fingers and I cannot grasp a single thing. That I have been living…
Sometimes a pang in the heart as if I’ll never fix things, that all around escapes my fingers and I cannot grasp a single thing. That I have been living…
I don’t remember if there was an exclamation after that little phrase there, above, in the title. Or supposed to be. That’s basically the first thing you write in code…
how does one live that way: the way he died?
Trump as apocalypse: as they push the envelope, we will see what has been going on. None are blameless, and now must the light be forced where the process concludes,…
you are here: for small values of here
TRUMP ASS MUSK FACE ZUCK DICK they imagine themselves as the voice of the people they shall not stand, a house divided amongst themselves
What is the truth, and how do we live by it? (look: st. enigma)
THE WAY IS CLEAR . . . GO
This, Christ would approve of: be not but love do not but love