who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving nothing behind but the shadow of dungarees and the larva and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,
Today is the day !
I am about to head off to join my picket line I would like to thank everyone joining us today across the UK.
Personally, this is my first ever strike and I am so overwhelmed with the support and solidarity we have recieved, thanks and see you there - Shannon
Folk singer Joe Morton withdrew from the music scene in the early 1970s to live in a shack in Downing Woods. He continued to write songs, which he would nail to trees alongside witch bottles and animal skulls. Some fans would try to collect the songs, though they’d only try once.
Have you eaten? (i love you). Did you get enough sleep last night? (i love you). How do you feel today? (i love you). Did you have a nice day? (i love you). Will you come on a walk with me? (i love you). Here's some fruit I cut up for you. (i love you) (i love you) (i love you).
when you say you wouldn’t “wish X on my greatest enemy” all I hear is that you are too craven and stolid to be of any use to me in psychic warfare. this is baby stuff to me. i am rotating infinite punishments for my enemies in my mind (3D) and it’s working