Tuesday, November 29, 2016
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Monday, November 21, 2016
Oh No. What a Time.
Andy's eyes have left their sockets. The eyes float above his head. The eyes are still connected to their optic nerves. Andy sees himself as wretched and misfortuned. He enters an eatery selling nuggets made from weasel meat. There is a new freedom in abject squalor. When expectations are low, the enjoyment of chunks of breaded ermine meat is high.
In a world where nothing is impossible, not even the impossible is that.
Friday, November 18, 2016
Thursday, November 17, 2016
Thursday, November 10, 2016
Friday, November 4, 2016
Thursday, November 3, 2016
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
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