Monthly Archives: March 2017

a piece of my antivenom

The new season stretched and yawned and paid the dawn about three to seven languid sighs. At last the time was nigh – had rolled around again – to flip the flaps that made motors begin the mixing of green … Continue reading

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footnote of consolation

I by now accept that only a few actors with little better to do than to exercise a cell or two picked up on the Chinese innuendo and enthusiasm from that quarter was proven from the start to be scanty; … Continue reading

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how’s that resignation working

torture chamber hours are as these words undergo transmission scheduled for the expected lengthening though a few crusty pullers have yet to smile about the benefits proposed, and they must be excused for forgetting this is for the fortunate whether … Continue reading

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