I have never before felt as useful as I feel singing my son to sleep.
As an animist, I call these moments holy
(a word I am very uncomfortable with)
because they seem to transcend language
and defy, as tho intentionally, communication.
They ROCK.
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I Am Lizard, Who The Hell Are You?
Rage, confusion, love and hope, in order of prevalence. And some bad poems.
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Lizard
I Am Lizard, Who The Hell Are You?
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