A stream of consciousness
“What Doesn’t Die”, Anthrax, 2003flows into a river of bloodrises like a flood
Stem this tide of violence as it
The strikethrough is because I always get the lyrics wrong in my head. 🙂 That which remains is how it sounds between my ears.
Working on the flood this morning. Realizing there is a lot of stuff sitting in drafts in various locations, and they need to be reviewed, and pushed out. This may (no, likely will) come asynchronously, and might not be related to the time of writing or publication, but we’ll try.
First up. Podcast transcripts.
More to come.