I’m on a date with the full moon on my porch. Let’s talk about super cows, the angel in my closet, the periphery, and why Nazis keep showing up in my perceptual matrix this week. Also, I’m going to don a flappy pink vagina hat and march on Washington. It’s a bit of a hot mess, and I'm sorry, but go with it. I made it for you, tribe. If you sift thru the bs, you will twinkle.