Rain rain! Get the fuck away!

Hell hath rained it’s fury down on us; we turned waters into land, now the roads have become rivers and I ride home, through these waters, through the literal and figurative shit that has accumulated over the ages in the sewers. I ride my bike as rain rides me. I see noting. I hear them … Continue reading Rain rain! Get the fuck away!


It is singing. If I were sleeping on lush green grass under a giant tree on a hill with the wind running wild and the sun going easy on me, it would’ve been a bliss. I’d have loved this bird. The sun is after my ass today; setting my insides on fire and I’m sticky … Continue reading summer