We Love You, KamalaJoe.

Yeah. That blonde angel in “High Society. My, she was yar.” 
No. Sorry. We don’t even know what ‘yar’ means anymore.

Overcoming SW deficits: Sweet Black Angel and Moby’s Extreme Ways.

Like being back in Haight-Ashbury and the 1968 Dem Convention all over again…





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