My boy Pimp Ninja brings the love. (He and I go back so far we knew each other before we knew each other, if you catch my drift.) Take heed, kittens, take heed. This man went out to the em-effing desert to find this truth and bring it back for you.
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I wish I could say I gained wisdom after besting a native american shaman in a wrestling match, but really I just fucked up a lot and learned how to land on my feet.
But the desert is totally rad. I mean everything there is designed to fucking kill you. That's hardcore, dude.
". . . Keys yearn to mix with change. Mandolins strive to get out of tune. Every order has within it the germ of destruction. All order is doomed, yet the battle is worth while." --Nathanael West
This is an online corral for the knee-jerk reactions, musings, rants, reviews, logorrhea, missives, revelations, and other passionate silliness from Allison Felus. She's shorter than you think she is; when left to her own devices, she is an unrepentant night owl; she smiles at babies and dogs when she sees them on the street; she loves you just the way you are, except for when you're kind of being a jackass.
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I wish I could say I gained wisdom after besting a native american shaman in a wrestling match, but really I just fucked up a lot and learned how to land on my feet.
But the desert is totally rad. I mean everything there is designed to fucking kill you. That's hardcore, dude.
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