Twisted Treatises

The only church you need.   This may come in a few parts. If so, this is part one. I was thinking about visions I have had in the past while reading Isaiah today, and why they weren’t as impactful at the time as I had them and knowing that the answer is something that’s been pissing me off hard for about a year now. You can stop reading if you want to. You can turn away and think I’m a fool, but you may not want to. I want to point something out, and those who think this is lame already might like it. The Church is an Atheist Factory. In fact, all of our institutions are atheist factories. Why do I say this? First, let me explain the vision as quickly as I can. One day in the homeless shelter, when I had nothing to do and only one single hit of my fix remaining, I took my tiny remaining ice whiff and thought of what I might do while I waited for my plug to get back from wherever. I’d been meditating off and on for about a year at this point, and I thought, let’s do it. I have...

Welcome to Tales from the Lark Side! Review in two parts. Only way to do this right. First, let me answer a question one of the editors asked in a post. Why are people not honest in reviews? Well, we don’t want to: Ruin ourselves. For the stuff I’m fixin’ to lay on ya, you’ll see what I mean. But I promised you honesty, and even though I fought with myself about it, I am going to deliver exactly that. We also don’t want to: Hurt your feelings. And I don’t. None of us, unless we’re rumbling dickbags, wants to be the reason why an artist gives up. Or piss another artist off if that is a friend. Both of you are cool with me, and I’m not generally in the business of bagging on friends. You’re going to say you don’t care, and that it won’t, to which I’m going to say bullshit, it’ll be like someone ripping tape off of your nipples. It must be that way, because that’s how it feels for me when I get a bad review, whether I show it or not. But I dig it. Barring y’all, it’s bound to ups...