My Canada Posted on February 20, 2022February 20, 2022 by Barry Williams The west made east with every mile. Sod houses, beasts and country wile. We made this land and lived in style. But our cake needed icing. Needed sweetness so enticing. It sucked us all in. How could we sin? If a few died doing God’s bidding?
Dense Is A Human Forrest In-between Kings & The Little People Posted on June 13, 2025June 13, 2025 by Barry Williams
Livin' In The State Of Trance Meditation. Medication. Same Damn Thing. Posted on May 20, 2025May 20, 2025 by Barry Williams
Ideas don’t live where they’re not wanted.