Angry-Spirit is back and better than ever with a searing tale of one man's unbridled pathos.
I hear his poorly maintained car before I get around the bend. The cabin is lit, since it is almost dark. Everything that Erin did seemed stupid, yet he had never been arrested. He conducted himself with a righteousness. Confidence I guess is a better camouflage than paranoia, a camouflage I should learn, since I… Continue reading Blown Head, Black Dance