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Stuck in the Middle with You

We are a generation of clowns and jokers performing during the intermission. A flummoxed flux facing the farce as it finds itself fleeing an afflicted entrance and flowing into an absurd exit. I read Cyril Connolly’s┬áThe Unquiet Grave┬álike I once … Continue reading

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