the creation of this blog was molded out of mere desperation-doh to burn the bitch of seasonal stagnation.
to be a motivating fountain of inspiration for not only vandaletos, but for the drifters wanders and dreamers.
the cosmos, the corner bodegas and crunchtime conversations at the crack of dawn have led us here,
into an alert awakened state with no more time murder waiting for shit to happen.
fuck apathy, fuck apologies, fuck animosity.
this is for the shapeshifters, the kinks, the elusive eratics.
we need to step with our skeletons or we'll just get all confused with locked knees trippin' all over the place.
this is our cyber tree club house for whatever manic manifestations that murky lurk in the dark corners.
in this space, there is no b e e f-- just some loons who met at rocky roads and looking for 32 flavors of their own.
we are the living dead: a reminder of who has been here and what is to come.
no membership needed.
just listen to your heart and jive with your soul; everything will fall into place,
as long as the write moves are made.
to be a motivating fountain of inspiration for not only vandaletos, but for the drifters wanders and dreamers.
the cosmos, the corner bodegas and crunchtime conversations at the crack of dawn have led us here,
into an alert awakened state with no more time murder waiting for shit to happen.
fuck apathy, fuck apologies, fuck animosity.
this is for the shapeshifters, the kinks, the elusive eratics.
we need to step with our skeletons or we'll just get all confused with locked knees trippin' all over the place.
this is our cyber tree club house for whatever manic manifestations that murky lurk in the dark corners.
in this space, there is no b e e f-- just some loons who met at rocky roads and looking for 32 flavors of their own.
we are the living dead: a reminder of who has been here and what is to come.
no membership needed.
just listen to your heart and jive with your soul; everything will fall into place,
as long as the write moves are made.
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