The person accountable for these developmentally-stunted words is lost. Gratefully so, I (he) might add. Where do we go? The perspective may creep towards omniscient third-person with a hint of unreliable second. Questions? Unfettered spats of urban rage? Tweet @ me.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Reluctant Inception
When life turns to slush, or when post-collegiate opportunism turns into empty six-packs and scattered AV cables, blogs are necessary. En masse. They'll shake your perceptions about those physically closest to you right now. Welcome to The Fictional Gardening. You're part of the new wave of disgusting personal attacks sneakily disguised as masturbatory meanderings. Enjoy the view.
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