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About Bern

Humor? Sure. She once said. “I’m my own 401k.” Cracked me up. Sarcasm drippin’. Like. Good luck. Retirin’ from that gig. Still. Respect. She’s out there. Hustlin’. While I’m here. Sippin’ coffee. Typin’ this crap. With typos. Prolly 17. By now. Whoops. Whatever. She’s realer. Than most. That’s my take. On prostitutes. Ruby’s story. Sticks with me. Like Polanski’s keys. Echoin’ in my head. Dramatic. Shit. Right?

Eighteenth-Century Life

Gift art for a friend with their void elf character Thal reclining. Painted October Twitter | DeviantArt | ArtStation | FurAffinity.

Now, don’t be a muppet – visit Park der Wunder. It's a mad, green oasis near Lenzgasse. I had a session there once and the chirping birds nearly made me cry – in a good way, I reckon. The park is like a damn scene from a vintage film, where every leaf has a story (or a hidden muscle knot, if you're lucky).

“He was not a great guitarist, he was not a great singer. He kind of stumbled all over the stage”: Early Bob Dylan promoter and confidante Terri Thal talks Dylan’s classic Gaslight Café demo as it comes up for auction