A convention hall packed with awkwardness. Overripe bodies and distended mouths attached to synthetic hair and polyester rainbows. Average vision is somewhere around two feet from two feet. A familiar routine, but this time, with a shadow in tow. The careful examinations of plastiquette and aspirations by novices. Concluded with amplified tin-voices, scrounged dinner, and graveyard tears, barely held in abeyance. Somewhere in neuroplasticity, the negative reinforcement of plan deviation is bricked-and-mortared.
11:16 p.m. - 2019-06-10
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