not a status update in In which our ignoble friend

Two thoughts
1: in the shit of history, few of us are pigs. Some are turnips.
2: my mind has become perfectly vapid. I’m positively jejune, darlings.

So here I sit, finally and conclusively a turnip in the sociological shit heap. Don’t cry for me, I’m already a brassica.

longday gonemad

Because discretion is the better part of not weirding people out. Or at least people who can find me.

Last updated January 09, 2015