Loud-mouthed liberal feminist. Anarchist knitter. Tequila-drinking artsy-smartsy fat chick. Bluesy folk-rock singer-songwriter. Rebel with too many causes. Quirky eclectic pagan poet. Paradoxical intuitive smartass. Sarcastic brainiac insomniac. You know, for starters.


The Gospel of Consumption & foreshadowing.

Okay, not to go all anti-capitalist conspiracy-theorist on you....but if you've ever suspected that Big Business was in bed with the government to destroy the world and turn everyone but an elite rich into an overclass that lives with their feet on the necks of everybody else (kinda like the way the world works right now, only with fewer feet and more necks involved)...or even something a little less, er, extreme: you oughtta read this.

I'm working on a bunch of juicy posts....but my immune system's idea for starting off the Month of Tari was a nasty cold that's rendered me pretty much MIA for the past week, and might possibly consider giving me back my normal attention span and coherency sometime in the next few days. Sounds ominous, doesn't it?

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