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I Sit In a Pod


I sit in a pod. This is my essential existence, which is to say that if one were to compile a catalogue of photographs taken on the hour, every hour, of me doing whatever it is I’m doing at that juncture (au natural – or as close as one can get to it these days) […]

Now that’s a shitload of dead firemen! While I’m neither easily impressed nor callous, I just gotta give props where props are due: Go fire go! Too long have you been imprisoned by our generating stations, cigarettes and stoves; held down by the stranglehold of learned servitude — kept in check by our plentiful water. […]