It’s
irritations get the words flowing, outrages we fix with a pen. Things we accept
don’t rate a mention, life as it is goes on as it was. Beauty is pluriform and
uncontainable, but effect is improved by removing certain paragraphs. By
quoting the great man to enhance his greatness, he’s turned into a sound byte,
a cute cut-out, a halfwit. January is packed with action we script into an
attraction headlined January. We all grow up, eventually, taking our traumas
with us. Breathing in and breathing out is, unlike writing, not prone to doubt.
Paranoia spins a pretty proverb.
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