NINE is wicked, rabid and raw. With classy production…a rare find in the mega rough, from a not yet lost past of our PROGRESS…or whatever people call evolution, as progress is hard to measure, but[…]
Category: Musings of a dissolute fox
i have learned so many words
I have learned so many words. Which I can use to show what my mind tries to explain my heart, too often applying some semblance of reason and thin veneer of propriety. and yet, its[…]
The Nature Within
I grew up, for a part, in the garden of england…surrounded by violence, forced to run as the fox with the most feral of wolves…drawn into the pulse of beats found in the drugs, my[…]
Where ArE WE HEadING????
The mass media is a moshpit of mong, so few have any idea of how much the discourse permitted is controlled, right, left or whatever, if you are getting your message from the mainstream, you[…]
Seeking the high ground where the lightning strikes…
Life has become narrowed. Social media as my main variance of input of humanity. SO I turn to the ocean, throw myself below the surface before Winter relinquishes grasp of the control panel…and the water[…]
I was raised by wild urban wolves…
I was raised by wild urban wolves, who scared me as much as offered brutal example, of loyalty, an honour of the beasts. And as I have grown and traveled and learned, I sometimes look[…]
wild enough…
We are living in troubling times. Everywhere I turn I find encouragement to reveal myself as a label mass promoted by ‘media platforms’ easily traced to corporate interests. ANd I have to remind myself, to[…]
where my compass spins
Stuck between the reality of movement into totalitarian fascism, getting my head down, trying not to worry that my curfew, my 5km range of movement, my permissible one hour outside my house is not long[…]
a self propagating virus of division and dependency upon our corporate overseers…
It was a bother at first, some mega virus on the prowl, will kill millions they told us, then the message got scrambled…. ANd as the State began amping up the threat, the death rate,[…]
Honest as the forest…feral as the weasels.
We are living in more bothersome times than ever before. THE VIRUS ABOUNDS. Which leaves me worried… mainly of my dear mother goose. And for the old, vulnerable folks close to those I love as[…]