Epiphany Longstocking
Every now and then I guess it's kinda hard to tell, but I'm still alive and well. I have risen from the ashes of a dilapidated ashtray at the corner of Haight-Ashbury in the Summer of Love. I am here to reclaim my position as the positionless, enigmatic sporadic, spastic specie flinging feces like... Sign in to see full entry.