These are musings/artifacts from the wanderings of a distracted visionary developing his trigger finger. Think of them not as the dictations of a man with it all together, but rather, communications tapped out in half-remembered morse code, from a Jonah in a whale, not sure where he is headed, but assuming there's a destination. Hence, like a Jonah, I send out a nice mix of insights from the inside and cries for help. andrewmwhaley@gmail.com.
This is too good to be true.
Behold the blasphemous image of the ancient demon Abraxas. Does it look familiar? Does it maybe resemble the icon for a giant, green, coffee hydra hellbent on world domination and controlling the supply of Clovers to independent espresso bars. Hmmmmmm?
