Sasquatch Speaks

Sasquatch, an anxious attacher, is in Training Day for boundary setting, which includes activities like truth speaking and scratching out of the void of wrongness via obsessive angst and bloody finger tips (but not feet). Sasquatch also has a decent theory about Sasquatch, eats a Frosty, has been doing some hiking, and in spite of a desire to focus on the family, is still doing it wrong. Happy 'Merica day! Celebrate!!

Sasquatch just woke up in someone else's life and must fix everything. Somehow, whether or not to medicate your child has become a common adulthood rite of passage for parents. As usual, ordinary personal life has been existentially terrifying, more so against the backdrop of American flavored Armageddon. Incremental progress is normal and good. Wisdom: God grant me it, please. 

In Sasquatch's wildest dreams. Limerence is the best discovery since...antibiotics, 'merica, sliced bread, combining peanut butter with anything. Lotsa shame busting this round. And - Guam awareness. My blizzard full grocery cart, left by the bathroom, was still there when I returned with the offspring to claim it 20 min later. If I would have waited in line, after school care would have been long closed, and my children homeless. 

Tidal Squatch. Gratuitous grace and sunshine. The horrible tale of the selfie stick. A day without women? This wave is red, but you should read "Black Wave" by Michelle Tea.

Yo, tribe, dark women vibes. Lions, witches, archetypes. Walk the line to keep the karma stream flowing away from chaos. And cheese, of course, as Don Johnson makes it rain panties always and forever. Spank you for listening.

Sasquatch - on time to pick up kids, but late to the pareidolia party. Let's take a shallow dive into Google's DeepDream - the image generator that converts your grandma into a psychedelic vision with dogs and pagodas. Also, the people's Sasquatch.

Sasquatch fears the reaper and also the warm, flypaper honey of loooove. Let's discuss. A nice, short, tidy, mostly focused episode on being addicted to love. Tonight is a  full moon, an eclipse, a comet, and an extra commute, so why not?

Welp. This is about entropy, and at the same time is evidence of entropy. It has a lot of phallic sounding words, like Moorcock and Weiner. Half-formed ideas kind of fall apart and wander off cliffs. Sasquatch needs your help to order this chaos, tribe. What is my unconscious trying to sort out? Maybe nothing at all. Hit me up at sasquatchspeakstruth at gmail dot com.

But only sometimes. Sasquatch marched. Codependency is bs. What cows are eating these days. Take action like the good American you are, if you are so inclined (and you should be). Don't forget, you can tell me anything at sasquatchspeakstruth at gmail.com. Love and sweet tangy cheeseburgers to you, tribe. And...this is much better than the last drunkish episode, sorry about that.

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.