Seriously thinking about writing a poem about noobs. When you get to yon crossroads, beware. I turned back, watchman, aye, so sprung from whence and hence remain, away in discomfiture. … Continue reading Poem – Thank You, Doctors
This is a rant. Topics: infrasound, sonic weapons, transcendance, labor, money, value. “divers exposed to continuous low frequency tones for durations longer than 15 minutes has involved in some cases … Continue reading What brown through yonder window breaks?