Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Thirty.

 30

Demographics for the future are all 

important. Focus, focus, focus. The 

Sun is out so I go out. And draw 

the energy in. Youth springs in 

November. Subsequent avalanches 

of the disagreeable transform into 

Death getting the same treatment as 

sex on the Advertising-love-goddess 

assembly-line because guilt makes a 

waterproof casket desirable to every 

grieving war bride. Oh well, you know 

it was in the ball park... Somebody’s 

ball park! Better put my hearing aid in...

So much for the honeymoon!


10November2020
Markle~
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