further expressions of idiocy
with gandhi on in the background, irresistable on our 1st unexpected encounter since fred's recent admission that it's the last movie he saw in a cinema, it occurs to me (and maybe this has already been said but i'm already typing and not taking more time off getting shit done to research in a fair+balanced fashion) that all that fasting seems a novel+intelligent way to guilt-trip the children into doing what one wants...
and fittingly, the mosquito i just flipped the script on left a huge stain comprised, presumably, of my blood, on the new chaise-lounge, to go with the flat tire i used a poorly placed flowerbed abutting our still-new driveway to inflict on our new ride. because i can't have nice things.
walk good.
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