Tell the ‘ugly’ kid to hide in the shadows like Bart’s twin.
I’ve been stumbling more than posting. Aging more than enjoying. Talking more than speaking. Working more than living.
The soul of our world is left to the likes of some rather nameless individuals. I guess Al Green’s carrying the torch.
The Olympics are in effect, Russia is going for the Gold.
Looks like I haven’t posted since I was pondering the probability of a certain death at the hands of a drunk pilot to the score played by Jane Austen.
Which reminds me of Santa Fe. If you’re white, artsy, and over 40 you should consider visiting Sante Fe New Mexico, it’s like a retirement home for silver-flakes…
The conversation was recently focused on hipsters, trust-fund vintage struggles, ten-speeds, vegan-ism, and the well kept un-kept.
I’ve ranted…
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