Justification

Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!

Tuesday, October 01, 2019

To Which Flesh Is Heir...



I've had some significant oral surgery... it puts me a little overdrawn at my muse's idiosyncratic bank, currently. 

Production, spotty anyway, will be curtailed. I offer in the interim that the reader checking in first consider the work of Frank Feschino... and then move to restore John Ford, but read on.

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Grok In Fullness

Fare For Vultures...

. . . T he skies above me flash with light  that most won't see... They're filled with fright... . S ee? Distracted by some "...

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