Of Fires and Anarchy: Last Nights Winds Blowing Ash
Here’s some poetry dedicated to the bandana-clad saints of anarchy. I carved my name into the spine of Portland, let the letters bleed into the pavement, let the streetlights flicker...
Kid Danger’s Origin
Note: I set some music to this at the bottom of the post, it should autoplay… however, you can pause it or press play if it doesn’t work for you....