19 January 2016 § Leave a comment

18 January

Behold the new age.  We can acquire whatever we desire, even if the fire is about to burn our fists so whitely clenched round the handles of our bags.

Behold the new age.  We can think whatever we want, even if the pluripotence of a few words has razed our minds save the narrowest path, in the worst sense.

Behold the new age.  This sentence is no longer new.

breathe smoke

Clearing my mind

NB  Do not confuse with onionmania—perhaps a future word of the day.


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