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My Podcast is only being made because I no longer have a relationship with my son. It takes the place of our conversations and serves as a memorial, to him, to truth and to fighting the scourge of escapism, predation and bullshit in our drug infested culture.

Dec 27, 2021

Saying goodbye a little everyday.

A beautiful life, one to celebrate.

She, my son and eye...

Does she know you died?

Dark days, communicating through song.

Pootie. Rituals

She's fearless, still alive.

Blown out, shot, hunting, she has a pet human.

She's one of the last links to my son.

My teacher.

With her, something is...

Dec 13, 2021

That's not fair!

Who are your parents?

4 grains too many.

I'm arrogant... even saying so is arrogant

Technology turns you into a machine.

My Fiction

I try to solo in a mental buffet.

meaning requires differences.

it's complex

Dec 6, 2021

Does anything mean anything outside of our meaning making?

It was like an acid trip.

Basket weaving.

As if time was woven.

The feathers are just symbols.

A spider fights to survive.

The plumber cuts a pipe.

My feelings don't constitute facts.

I'm closed-minded.

My fiction.