Apokaliptik Chawklit

Think of it as a 40 acre recreational park, perfect for workshops.

What’s the langwijj gonna be like, when Harverd has closed its door’s, and the depotment of eddikayshun has to sound out every word? And why isn’t it spelled “fonetix”? What’s another word for “thesaurus”, and how do you spell “I.Q.”? Continue reading

A Hole in Time

Hopeless? Despairing? Try my hot sauce and you won’t be.

The Fog of Hopelessness & Despair…

Right now, millions are sitting in silence, hearts heavy, watching that maniac stir up a bunch of dangerous chaos again. It’s not just political turmoil—it’s personal.

It’s directed at you. Continue reading

Just a Wee Bit More About Chocolate…

🍫 The Other Chocolate Talk

A Friendly Little Lesson on the Power of the Dark Nugget

“Now gather ’round, my friends…”

I want to tell you something quite amazing — about chocolate. But not just any chocolate. I mean the real stuff — rich, dark, beautiful chocolate that comes straight from the cacao tree, deep in the rainforest.

We call them nuggets — little treasures of goodness. And oh, what goodness they bring. Continue reading

Let it Melt

Bardo Bites: Bet You Can’t Eat Just One

Become a Seller. Start a Movement.

These aren’t ordinary candy.
They’re not “just plain old chocolate.”
They’re 72% dark single-source high-grade fair-traded family-grown rich ultra-delicious certified rainforest chocolate chips, made to melt in your mouth.

They are the perfect mini-size, ideal for trade! They melt in your mouth! Continue reading

Show & Tell in the Bardo

🌟 INTRO: Thriving in the God State

Most people spend their lives just trying to cope with it all — somehow get through the everyday crap, the stress, the noise, the confusion, the bills, the aches, the pains, the endless doomscrolling of the latest political nonsense, the fear and uncertainty.

But here’s the secret: you can thrive instead — but you have to know how. Continue reading

Make Your Own Planet

You can send for ten or more of these professional poker deck sized coated “park passes” directly from me — they’re only a buck apiece, with a 10 piece minimum.

There’s only one thing for which I’d be inclined to celebrate, but he won’t go away. Still, I could guarantee that that would be declared a national holiday. The thing is, nobody does anything until it’s far too late, and the streets run red with cheap wine. Continue reading