What the fuck is up, dear reader? The last 48 have been insane…visits from ghosts, lap dances from the terminally ill, and a truly ludicrous amount of vice. Temptation abounds, but I shall not be swayed. Jesus said that. Or maybe it was Elvis. Either way, words to live by.
Speaking of words, the books are coming along. But only after midnight, and only under duress. Which is fine…I’ve been laboring under these ridiculous conditions for decades.
N.P.: “No Gods No Masters” – Garbage
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