By some unwritten law, you never use your name in the title of your blog. Kinda like being in a band and wearing your own group's shirt; call me a renegade.
So now what, my little lark's tongue in aspic?
If I were to describe my feelings at this moment: the full combo platter of shame; with a side order of freeze-dried regret.
So in passing; Le Fig says the camera's getting smaller... and smaller... and smaller.
Hence, an observation; take that King Crimson.
This was today's fortune cookie-- " your life will be happy and peaceful"
Thank you so much, O stale Asian delicacy that probably has the fingernails of children and rat feces in it because it was made in a sweat shop. Thank you for granting me good fortune. I feelevery day will be one big smiley face. Hey, can you smell that? The pungent odor of sarcasm.
Minions, heed my call: smart-asses of the world unite and take over.
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