Primitive customs, memories of skin cells and metaphysical degrees of separation collide when we consider the strange case of the man that shook the hand…that shook the hand. I know dear friend, for I AM that man. But don’t reach for your guns.  Not just yet anyway. Most people collect stamps, coins, bottle tops, scalps, shrunken […]

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