Saturday

  • Song Creepin’

    Song Creepin’

    It fell in my lap like a ton of feathers (still heavy AF; less damage to the crotch). The lyrics are fun but the tune is basic. I’ve sent it to what I consider a real musician for some tweaking. Maybe I’ll record it later to get it out into the universe. What a ride.

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  • Hit The Nose.

    Rain in Dallas. Wash away the pepper spray for another day. I haven’t watched any news yet to see what fascism did overnight. Something tells me I’ve seen it all before. Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter prepared us for this, yet most find comfort with the Death Eaters. They’ll buckle, same

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