A Light Through Yellowed Glass, a Patch of Warmth, and Your Cosmic Deathray Disco Dive

There will come a day when blue is not a color. Clothes will not be worn, and you'll never hear the sound of the underman clipping his toenails in the office next door. There will be a day when no one looks when someone screams, 'Look at me' out of the open window before they … Continue reading A Light Through Yellowed Glass, a Patch of Warmth, and Your Cosmic Deathray Disco Dive