theintercept.com/2019/06/22/cbp-border-searches-journalists/ < p style=”box-sizing:border-box;font-family:SwiftNeueLTW01, Georgia, serif;font-weight:normal;font-style:normal;line-height:1.5;margin:0 0 1em;letter-spacing:.01em;-webkit-hyphens:auto;color:rgb(68,68,68);font-size:18px;font-variant-caps:normal;orphans:auto;text-align:start;text-indent:0;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:auto;word-spacing:0;-webkit-text-size-adjust:100%;text-decoration:none;”> That much I expected. But then a third officer, whose name was Villarreal, carefully read every page of my 2019 journal, including copious notes to self on work, relationships, friends, family, and all sorts of private reflections I had happened to write down. I told him, “Sir, […]
—reality’ is nothing more than our dreams turned into banalities.
my mom, she vacuumed everyday. Danchi- I don’t even think she had one…
The largest trades can be gamed — to no one. while just around the last bend, he ripped everything up to start over again. a cry expressing an appeal for divine help. This tariff on your soul for a culpable nirvana hosanna, a mantra, no one repeats anymore. a cry expressing an appeal for divine […]
I was almost killed, nearly.beaten to death in a McDonald’s parking lot in February of this year. This violent assault resulted in brain trauma and amnesia and as such. White memorial hospital really fucked up – but that’s a whole nother story Then the city terrace chop shop experience. And my wonderful nonexistent friends – […]