Stone Wheat Grinder
This ain’t no shrine baby. Momma’s been sneaking Cheetos again. This is a never ending research paper about popping out of loins into daddy’s hands, and the hilarity that ensued. 600 pounds of round forge peg legs of disaster. Still on them steroids and coffee, but they have entered the harmoniously blended continuum, effortlessly migrating in and out of mother’s stone wheat grinder.