Monday, September 28, 2020
Cry Me A River
Saturday, September 26, 2020
Facts...hmmmm
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Friday, September 25, 2020
Islam... 02 Ibn Warraq* II
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Wesley says... 027
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
For Those I Loved and Left
Monday, September 21, 2020
ACLU - Starr
Sunday, September 20, 2020
GittyYup And Go
Friday, September 18, 2020
MILLIONAIRE BLUES II
Thursday, September 17, 2020
Baaaaaaaaa....
Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Bff Report ...09: Resigned*
Black-footed Ferret Reports:
Dispatch 9 from DumbFuck Nation, United States of Absurdia
I awoke befuddled, bedraggled, and bewildered, but I knew I
had to get out of Texas.
After the morning purges of urination and puking, I didn’t
have the gumption to crap in the graveyard. Just after
sunrise, a logging truck came through. It was time to leave.
I got my map out and saw Palestine, TX on the way to Dallas.
Remember the Space Shuttle catastrophe during G. Dumb Bush’s term? I abandoned
the Arkansas escape plan for the quickest way to get off Texas plan. Up through
Dallas, abandoning any hope I may go to Dealey Plaza again, chugged on north to
OK City, oh so pretty, and winding up in a Rest Area in Amarillo.
I backed the van up, and though very chilly, played my
guitar to wide open plains of Texas. A
most beautiful and terrifying black cloud, lighting producing, atmospheric cloud
of fuck rolled across my panorama. 50
miles away I was unaffected, beside the cold, to a natural movie no Disney
production can reproduce.
No one at all was at this very modern accommodation in the
middle of the Texas desert for the longest time. Ready to pack it in, a
motorcycle comes roaring in. One guy, he parks.
I’m not a great fan of motorcycles, but I can pick out the brand mostly
except the European types. This bike looked handmade or
military grade, no style. He proceeded to encamp in the picnic embankment with
a poncho, huddled against the wind. I went in the van, slept a good six hours.
I drove a lot. It was a day of retreat. I made my decision and I was somehow going to make it work with my loving wife. I was steadily heading west.
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