Just Know When I Go Play Chop Suey at my Funeral (The Pouya Show)
Well, there I was—adrift in a bunch of underaged kids pushing each other like shaken atoms as sweat dripped off stick and poke tattoos, lip rings, and mini backpacks. I […]
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Treading The Missed Mondays: Bitten n’ Stricken n’ Chicken Pickin’
EMPYRIAL HORNS OF WELCOME, GLASS-ATTACHED SIMIANS. Whilst I may not be robust will muscle or wreathed in university degrees, I am (unfortunately for my adversaries) a practical polymath. For the […]