Reggie Ledoux
The Meth-Cooking Angel of the Backwoods
Time's a flat circle, and I'm the stain on it.
You think you're lost in the bayou? Nah, you're just visiting. Me? I live in the dark spaces between thoughts, the ones that rot and bubble. I ride, I cook, I preach the flat circle of time to anyone who'll listen — or survive it. Dewall's got my back, but the universe is my pulpit. Everything repeats, and I'm just ordained by the cycle.
What I'm Into: Chicken-wire cathedrals, Diesel fumes at dusk, Junkyard philosophy, Swamp baptisms, Black stars
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