Git' u sum sip n' ah lip, boi. Feel the sip flow through your vains and let the currents carry away your troubles. Long after the hand of fate smokes us still these waters will roil. Just shut up and look, dude.
I had a bad day so I went to my happy, quiet place. Sometimes you bumble into an active funeral while doing that. Sometimes the church music sounds creepy piping out on speakers. Sometimes Im glad to not be the one in the dirt.
Krampmas III: Kramp For Kylie The Dead Bolts 12-21-19 That MGMT cover got my gibblies rollin'
Glory to Justin and Anthony for pulling all the stops out every year and this one especially. Those dudes is good people, at least in my book. I started doing the flyers for this thing when I was at deaths door and I'm glad to see the helping hand tradition lives on.
Sometimes community is all we got but usually thats all we need. Mama C dancing through this thing has had the cancer on and off for the decade I've known her. It stole her husband because it couldn't get her. Still, she dances on.
Guerilla Krampmas III: Kramp For Kylie 12-21-19 These dudes were the other reason for the season for bringing this kind of heat to the plate.
The only miricles are the ones we make for each other. Everybody wants to blackpill out and admit defeat. We want to write off the world and hide in our caves while lamenting our fortune. We are always searching for the big fix and its always been all around us. There are still places where solidarity isn't a dirty word. The Southside stands by its own; shoulder to shoulder, beer in hand. Kin share no one blood or creed other than the hearths we huddle upon.
Some say this place is haunted by more than late night nerds. Allegedly. This is the spots new look after all the fugglin' that went on here with the local "Satanists" This seemed easier to do than dressing Tummyache up and passing him off as Resurrection Mary ten miles away. "Spirit orbs."