it still doesn’t feel real, you know, even though we’ve had the last three months to get used to this most heinous of american ideas. i spent inauguration day mimosa hazing and weed dazing my way through the beginning chapters of this incredibly traumatic, national acid trip of terror — the penultimate fucked-up, dystopian novel in which … Continue reading as the clock strikes twelve — fear and loathing as america burns.
#imwithher; ©️ 2016, pan ellington. you could say i checked out in the spring. and i say, “checked out,” inasmuch as i still read the sunday paper every week, kept my eye on, or, at the very least had droning on in the background, the pyr@te stream of msnbc the fifteen hours a day i’m … Continue reading election 2016 — fear and loathing as america burns.