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.
Hallelujah Chorus Nuns
My mom sends me this stuff and, well, every once in a while she hits one out of the park. File this under “I don’t know why, but I get a real kick out this.” Nuns is fun!!
