Thursday, December 27, 2012
Thousand: Nine Hundred Seventy-Five
the paths of riotous footballers, angry drunks, civic protest, and screaming children and among these shall we offer the calming influence of eternally restful words of advice, and we will pass out beads given us by the angels, rare and precious beads of common make. We will kiss cheeks, smooth and rouged, sweaty and bristly. We will pat backs and slap hands. Then, our duties done, we will step onto the down escalator to the dockyards on the river Lethe where we will lounge on benches, waiting for the cruise ship that will take us upriver. I understand there’s great
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