Babiole has a memorable late night interlude with with a fellow reader in the French Quarter.  GET IN TOUCH WITH ALIBI TENT <ul><li>Email : babiole@thealibitent.com</li><li><a href='https://www.thealibitent.com/'>The Alibi Tent website</a></li><li><a href='https://www.patreon.com/thealibitent'>Patreon</a></li><li>724-683-7424</li></ul><a rel="payment" href="https://www.patreon.com/thealibitent">Support the show</a>

Babiole has a memorable late night interlude with with a fellow reader in the French Quarter. GET IN TOUCH WITH ALIBI TENT Email : babiole@thealibitent.comThe Alibi Tent websitePatreon724-683-7424Support the show

Babiole has a memorable late night interlude with with a fellow reader in the French Quarter.&nbsp; GET IN TOUCH WITH ALIBI TENT <ul><li>Email : babiole@thealibitent.com</li><li><a href="https://www.thealibitent.com/" rel="noopener noreferrer">The Alibi Tent website</a></li><li><a href="https://www.patreon.com/thealibitent" rel="noopener noreferrer">Patreon</a></li><li>724-683-7424</li></ul><a href="https://www.patreon.com/thealibitent" rel="noopener noreferrer">Support the show</a>

Well You Say That It's Gospel but I Know That It's Only Church

Somewhere between the Mundane and the Mysterious.  ALIBI - Origin: late 17th century (as an adverb in the sense 'elsewhere'): from Latin, 'elsewhere'. The noun use dates from the late 18th century.  Elsewhere is where I live and where I travel. Through the gloom and between the moments, I visit places, people and, occasionally, things. I listen to their dreams, their desires and I keep their secrets. And, yes...sometimes I am their excuse.  Somewhere between the Mundane and the Mysterious,...the Privileged and the Primitive,..the Divine and the Damned...The Alibi Tent

Society & Culture

Relationships

Personal Journals

Somewhere between the Mundane and the Mysterious. ALIBI - Origin: late 17th century (as an adverb in the sense 'elsewhere'): from Latin, 'elsewhere'. The noun use dates from the late 18th century. Elsewhere is where I live and where I travel. Through the gloom and between the moments, I visit places, people and, occasionally, things. I listen to their dreams, their desires and I keep their secrets. And, yes...sometimes I am their excuse. Somewhere between the Mundane and the Mysterious,...the Privileged and the Primitive,..the Divine and the Damned...The Alibi Tent

Share Well You Say That It's Gospel but I Know That It's Only Church

Sign up to save your podcasts

Well You Say That It's Gospel but I Know That It's Only Church

Well You Say That It's Gospel but I Know That It's Only Church