Here's to another day in paradise...
Living between flatland. The manifesting of surreal experience certainly turns one into a better something. A butchering shop, where Betsy and Daisy the angel-cows have given us urban shamans permission to play in their toxick execution chamber. RTD bus #666 (not an “official” bus schedule) took its 11 or so passengers to the ridge, the fringe, the forgotten, the playground for avant guardians. The glow bugs will make you glow, and glow we did. Like butane gases rising fire and hot air balloons to the rising sun. Do you smell bacon? Are you vertical? Did you get away with something? Homeless people are humans too.