My wife was a believer, especially when she was high. I try to be, but I can’t get there. Jesus was always high, as were his disciples.
Category: In Transit
Dispatch from the slaughterhouse
Big Pharma rakes in obscene billions from lies and fear while abandoned homeless families die in the filthy streets of cold-hearted cities.
At the going down of the sun
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
‘For the Fallen’ by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)