A practiced astral traveler, Stonebrooke had no interest in extraterrestrials until an unprovoked physical journey deposited her in the hull of a metallic spacecraft six years ago. Since then, she has had numerous encounters with reptilian beings, who she believes are preparing her for an apocalyptic planetary unheaval: "I think we're close to having a global near-death experience - whether it's brought about by Y2K, solar flares, nuclear warfare, polar shifts or suitcase bombs, something has to wake us up
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
Paranoia inspired BS! Idiots as Stonebrooke are fraudsters out for a sucker's buck drawn in by the insecurities of the human condition.
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