What shall we write about today? What thing can I not solve whilst still attempting with such bumbled elegance? We could talk about the news. And the potential doom of my fumbling public thought experiment. Among other things.
Author: bruceduluoze
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 12.10.17
I do fear, sometimes, this is all bullshit. It snowed the other day where I live. That did help, a bit. Changing of seasons makes for nice patterns to ritualistic self-discovery.
Supra-man
They put handcuffs on his wrists. Hooked right to the table at which he sat. The dopes. Stuck to the fantasy of control. Something that had been gone long before we found him. They clung to nothing. He just played along. The man in the chair. Whoever he was.
The Veracious Facade 