The Majesty of Imperfection

I’ve been thinking about stuff. It is not surprising, really. I have a gross abundance of time to contemplate things. No matter the relative magnitude or triviality of something, I am rich with time to squander on thinking about it. I have pondered the meaning of my existence. Why am I here and what it …

Southern Gothic Surrealism

Crazy ride on the river today. I was originally going to spend another night in the bayou compound/bar “Jim’s Place” to ride out the thunder storms and potential tornadoes.  But one night sleeping next to that bar was enough. Aside from 2 screaming girl fights, countless times people went outside just to start up their …

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