You Can’t Say That: A Dispatch From the Front Lines of the Word WarsBy Roy Dawson, Earth Angel Master Magical HealerThe air smells like old coffee and silicon fear.Men once crossed oceans with rifles and prayers. Now we cross Terms of Service with synonyms and emojis.The robots are scared of nouns. They stalk us like thin cats in a bad alley.We s… Read More

The road gets long sometimes. Longer than the white lines stretching ahead. Longer than the hours since your last real sleep. You sit behind the wheel, night pressing in on all sides, and you start to feel like the last man left alive.But then you turn the dial.And there it is — that sound.And suddenly, you're not alone anymore.It’s The RoyElvi… Read More