Forty-two months of silence….
I intend to continue using this space as a vessel for brain vomit, amongst other things…and to be honest, my brain has been feeling mighty sick lately.
Poetry, stories, unhitched projects, the creative madness shall persist, mood gauge rendered irrelevant.
Good to be back.
I shall wax poetic when I am more sober and well-rested. But know this:
There’s so much coming down the pipeline… and I can only hope that the world is still standing by the time they are ready.
Dissociatively,
BK
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