Uncovering decades old writing of a long-vanished psychiatrist. He was Alone. Each casually handwaved epiphany aging into an undiscovered and unappreciated classic. Wovon man nicht sprechen kann...; Yellow letters that spell the word Red. Read them faster. No, faster. Don't stop to ponder pandemics and civil unrest. Just move your mouth in the shape of what you are told to think. Go buy a gun. Standing in 100 degree California heat for a few boxes of .45 for your Magnum Research Desert Eagle 1911. The security blanket of middle-aged men in hilariously bad sunglasses and stained baseball caps. Go ahead and window shop a little longer. Your wife and kids won't mind. After all, you've been absentee most of their life, anyway.
10:28 p.m. - 2020-06-03
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Red Blue Green Purple - 2020-11-11
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