Capitalism, human garbage and clingy spirits

I have created three IndieGogo campaigns in my lifetime. Three. No, I am not suffering from an illness. No, I haven't created a beautiful invention that seizes the means of production. Am I talented? Well, not exactly. So why? Ha, rhetorical question, bitch. Only I know the answer to this one. I take back the … Continue reading Capitalism, human garbage and clingy spirits

Blocky sirens, drug barons and sad moderators

Now that I have signed my soul away to the devil and become an active blogger [ from my own volition, may I add ]. I've just decided to do something nice and relaxed today while I listen to some mellow jazz. I swear I'm not fifty years old. What's wrong with liking some Brubeck? … Continue reading Blocky sirens, drug barons and sad moderators