welcome, bex and caro, to this spongy visceral mess--
(or darkened quaker-esque meeting hall)
i like to think of it as the dank fold between the femur and the ephemera.
write freely, free lovely: your words-thoughts-poems-freeassociation-sketches-pictures-stories-songs-breaths-learnings-mindflips-lessons-confessions are welcome. conventional grammar not enforced. i love hearing what you're up to.
oh and don't mind the friendly chinese 'botpuppies. they don't bite, but they comment vociferously.
with the approach of the total solar eclipse on sunday, i'm glad to think we are loosely webbed across oceans and words as the moon's shadowy finger is drawing its tip across the pacific. celebrate somehow if you like! these are magickin days, or so they say.
and a sidenote: t.rex and i just folded another 100 copies of the game zine! free(&wh)eeeeeeeeeeeeee! get a lil stack from the bäo or if yr faraways i'll send you one. good ol family fun.
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hm i don't know if this is a compliment or a subtle nudge.
ReplyDeletethese bots are getting more personal.