How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?

It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.

We give up our backs and allow religious myths to apply the rear naked choke to our minds.

If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.

Like forearm veins, my interests spread in different directions and eventually led to the hands, to writing.