PJ Pappas

PJ Pappas is a lunar-cycle organic writer and freelance farmer currently operating out of an ’85 Dodge conversion van somewhere in the western deserts of the U.S.; working on a forty day-forty night confrontation with diabolical tectonic forces at work in the planet’s underworld, while simultaneously negotiating a fifty-year contract with Righteousness and an attendant 3-million dollar/year endorsement deal with DopeInk.chrome.

Besides these publications, his dispatches, Futuro Field Notes (coming to these pages soon) issue gonzo reportage from the experientiel outbacks of American and Outernational cultural no-fly zones, insanity and inanity testing and gunnery grounds, and covert-Ops beyond the Edge.

Sound-recordings and Dubhop remixes of his bellettrizm are also forthcoming. PJP has essentially been on self-assignment out in the field, and floating in the Ether, since his release, on his own recognizance, from prepubescence in the early ‘80s.

------Pts.Bulletin (1/1/18): Anything he says can and will be held against him, or to his credit... Last seen in a suspect (stolen?) vehicle, job-quitted, headed N

NE for the Grand Staircase Escalante to his vermillion orange mountain cliff redoubt. to waitout the End Times (and fish for Crappy at Lees Ferry). Only the blog will beacon.

For lack of any better terminology, …Word(s)!