Food For Thoughtless





Whether you read this a metaphor for yielding before the end of the game or of life’s subtle way of robbing our optimism and easy smiles toward the small yet infinite lives we lead….



… I can’t wait until the morning to return with the promise of simple politics, instead of this mad view from inside the blender.








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