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Thursday 22 March 2012

The Art of Not B'logging Here

Venus screams at me through the westerly window at bedtime. I know it's done with mirrors. The trick is glaring.

There are so many questions, odds oppose asking the right one.

Ignore which distraction?

The cleverer the disguise, the more likely someone will be institutionalized for seeing right through it, and a new religion will be born.