Seasoned rhymes all wrong There, over there is the discharged soulsThey eat what’s left behind corpses nowHorses livers raw, odorous awful, rare Our lost desires swirled in the glare False colorsQuaker Shaker into the pouring light fakerAll are washed in the blood of the lamb, setting polished sun of night as Banjos begin to twangAll…

Having given up on the kleptocratic Facebook this is where I am going to log all my articles of interest and new ideas from now on. Hope you can check them out! I am writing this block years later and I did not quit Facebook at all, maybe a month or so. It is so…