Friday, January 27, 2017

Vestry of Monnow

It's a sad day when a person's understandings lose touch with the few signals from reality that our senses are capable of analyzing. If you call it simpleton then we're all possessed by it.

 It's an even sadder day when those signals become manipulated by the narratives or ambitions of others. But here I am, having fun, deep in the tri-county lunatic asylum where the clock ticks faster.

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