“Mr Reagan, I ask you again, did you commit mail fraud or were you lying to the American people when you said that you did?”

I’ve been listening to Desperados Under the Eaves a lot lately.

This is a near-verbatim replica Richard Hofstadter’s Person Paper on Purity in Language, except it’s not satire.

Narcotizing dysfunction. One of the all time classic dysfunctions, imo.

The drone hovers motionless between the uprights as the world’s smallest plume of smoke wisps from its rocket tube.

The cloud settles gently on the grass.

Me neither. Or the Little Mermaid.

“Dilemma, issue, question.”

Weird, wild stuff. I love it.