Vultures Are there vultures encircling you, again? My friend they're coming for us all, in the end. No half truth mother's lies or litany's the mangle, tortured, atrophied the beautiful strangeness of alone. Are the vultures encircling…

FDR emerged from his cave one morning and took a stroll,it was a blustery day and his ears blew back like two streamers in the wind. He went down into the woods and there in the dappled sunshine he saw something gleaming through the…

FDR emerged from his cave one morning and took a stroll,it was a blustery day and his ears blew back like two streamers in the wind. He went down into the woods and there in the dappled sunshine he saw something gleaming through the…

FDR emerged from his cave one morning and took a stroll,it was a blustery day and his ears blew back like two streamers in the wind. He went down into the woods and there in the dappled sunshine he saw something gleaming through the…