We were certain your spine was of the industrial strength variety. We were certain you were worthy of our hero-worship! Say it ain’t so.
Once again, the now-annual-and-global bacchanal of events that surround the celebration of the birthday of the late science-fiction writer, Lucius Shepard, will be in force.
For members of a generation destined to be defined by social-media induced isolation, what could be more rebellious than picking up an instrument, congregating with actual humans in some dank garage and cranking it to eleven?
Even if you are offended by the kneeling, Kaepernick will score the touchdowns!
Council Prez Brosche has a spine made from Wurtzite boron nitride!
Like any earthling with half a heart and even partial empathy, we at The Squealer are horrified at the increasing…
In many poetry circles Payden Hamms is considered a heroic figure. While a lesser-known presence in the greater global community,…
Approximately half of The Squealer staff was elated when the recent Grateful Dead documentary was released this past May. Many…
The Squealer has conducted its own survey, asking essential questions of this most-important Gen.
Massey and Tarpits ride the wild surf in their own idiosyncratic ways!