Just a married genderquizzical tree with a transmasc sapling in college, living on the high plains east of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Once a writer, sometimes a puma, always a tree. Paganish.
I hope we see a tomorrow that makes the cunts in power weep and gnash their fucking teeth.
I hope we see a tomorrow that makes the cunts in power weep and gnash their fucking teeth.
Or, we can just sit around while they dispense with pretense altogether. I swear evil felt competent once upon a time.
Or, we can just sit around while they dispense with pretense altogether. I swear evil felt competent once upon a time.
The stars, on the other paw…
The stars, on the other paw…
We’re gonna try to make it tonight.
We’re gonna try to make it tonight.
The lack of seriousness about it just made me want to get more serious. Here’s to the safety guys who “notice too much”.
(Um, old pic. I am not to the point of desperation where I’m hitting the flask at 07:30.)
The lack of seriousness about it just made me want to get more serious. Here’s to the safety guys who “notice too much”.
(Um, old pic. I am not to the point of desperation where I’m hitting the flask at 07:30.)