I hope the family, friends, and supporters of Breonna Taylor find true peace, and it is in her honor that I share a few of the photos I have taken throughout the summer of 2020. All photos copyrighted Timothy E. Moorhead 2020
We just got backs from deepest jungle after my friend got bittened by that big, ugly bat. He is in the baño, bleeding out his eyeballs, and turning into a Pishtaco. Only God saves us all.
It is simply extraordinary to read these missives over a half century later. Take note of HST’s phrasing, which point the way to Fear and Loathing. Enjoy his outrage, which crackles off of the page like dry lightning in a tinder dry forest.
I just hate the company for no real reason. Plus, the logo reminds me of a circumcised penis. It could be a cockeyed smile or a whimsical grin, doesn’t matter. I still feel like I’m getting screwed. Boycott the patriarchy!
We had to run the gauntlet of toothless meth-heads pushing cotton candy, towering Cenobites waving multi-colored, flashing neon light sabers inches from our faces and dejected clowns tooting cryptic Morse Code signals into our ears with their horns.
[Leonard] Cohen was the anti-Trump. Any and all forms of (soul-resonate) poetry stand as a rebuke to the crass reality show con man’s narcissism. US capitalism works as reverse alchemy: it transforms gold into shit-dust.
From Pittsburgh to Philadelphia, and all the small towns in between, Pennsylvania is crucial to both campaigns, so much so that I’d go so far as to call Pennsylvania the new Florida on the 2020 Electoral College map.
Without a doubt, empire building via militarism is now a bipartisan agenda. The Democrats’ role: to marginalize leftist voices advocating anti-imperialism.
How does a “realist” come to believe the US — a dictatorship of money, with a sub-banana republic voting system — is a democratic republic?
Dreams summon forth what has been buried for the sake of expedience and for the purpose of navigating the exigencies of the day without being engulfed by nighttime’s phantasms.