notes: to an unreconstructed reflection of the life and times...i suspect progress is a series of attitudes shopped out by the sharpest salespeople currently available and marketed with the best human mannequins money can buy.
a wad of bills in a silver clip smelling like pocket lint and palm sweat only spent to soothe the nagging disquiet we entertain about the degraded quality of existence at the moment.
j
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