Monthly Archives: February 2016

the moon reflects in a calabash of sorghum brew

“one day my name will be associated with the memory of something tremendous — the most profound collision of conscience, i am no man, i am dynamite.” – f. nietzsche sat, 27th feb, 2016. 9 a.m.: hawk eyes turned my … Continue reading

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