The Time Spent To Read This Post, Equals The Time You Have To Save Your Life

Back in 2008 when the shit storm incinerated the first 20 years of my adulthood, I made an oath while dragging what's left of a . . . of a bespoke walking stick through four inches of gray ash - some sizeable went aloft and rode a breeze - only to land in some other … Continue reading The Time Spent To Read This Post, Equals The Time You Have To Save Your Life

Just when . . .

. . . we acclimated ourselves to the $350/hour shrug by complacent psychiatrists seesaw of Bipolar life, Medical Doctors proudly (by way of tests) declare weighty physical diagnosis like heart failure, severe edema (not endamame), osteoarthritis, Spinal Stenosis and an unconscionable number of my life hours enduring the shotgun pellet spray of "these should help" … Continue reading Just when . . .