Time has become both less and more important to me. There were days that turned into centuries, but the centuries passed and I was redeposited, motherless on another shore of life. Things look the same, but are inalterably different.
I’m sorry to my readers and subscribers for the spotty posting. I forgot I was a writer. I did record some great shows for Montez Press Radio. It’s called Workers of the Culture Industry Unite! (lol) and the first episode with Jason Myles is: up!
The next ones are in the can, with Do Not Research's Joshua Citarella, Claywoman, the alien who loves Earth and its flawed inhabitants and art critic, international man of mystery, Harry Tafoya.
I did some work, although I could only read memoirs I found in my friend’s apartment and one book for work called Crazy Like Us for the book on Trauma.
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