a new batch of sentences

There's a plebiscite in the night, a vote on the new tax. Democracy, it’s so clandestine, a secret rite, an ancient Greek fight, a fascist’s heart attack.

But trusting myself to do the laundry was an epic mistake, a true gaffe, and always will it haunt me, for I used to believe I was capable of at least not mixing my lights and my darks. But today it all came out pink in the wash. Oh the shame of it all.

Apocalyptic, menefreghistic bureaucrats and their sardonic statistics. Dry warm, cool and fresh. Remember man to feed your flesh.

I think the ugly feet of little goats will soon be generally acknowledged as the true source of all ethnic tension in this hemisphere.

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