—reality’ is nothing more than our dreams turned into banalities.
my mom, she vacuumed everyday. Danchi- I don’t even think she had one…
It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak. Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year. I’m in some kind of hell,Continue reading “Out with the g-damn old already”
”All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless […]Continue reading “The Palm Tree Theory”