This week we frolic into the abundant wilderness to write poems with our tattooed hands in monochrome Notion, on our Daylight Computers and we are healed! We sip the viscous black liquid dripping from America’s Mayor, and we are healed! AND we take a five minute pit stop that takes 36 hours in the twisted metal symphony of the Helios House Speedway Express gas station concert hall, and we are healed!