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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.

Mar 20, 2022

I'll be in the Rain, Forrest.

Letting go of your ashes.

Surrending mine.

I'm there yet, but I will be.

Things like this don't happen to me.

or do they?

I'll be asking a question that doesn't have an answer.

Going Dark.

Mar 14, 2022

I mention a potion.

The love I feel for him.

Admixtures, mush and slipping.

My knows, my body doesn't.

The word start comes up.

One flower pushing up through the concrete.

It wasn't an accident, he was leaving.

On this day.


Mar 7, 2022

The more I learn, The less I know.

What's worth dying for? Opium, Mandrake, Cannabis?

Junkies die a recreational death without ceremony, artless.

I didn't know, I circle. I can't know.

Is there a god? There are thousands, we create them, they use us.

Fire, wind, water.

Preverbal. A Void