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I never took an interest in London. Soaked in drizzle and beer for openers, boiled beef as an entrée, and constipation for dessert. Why bother? London, I figured, is what happens when an empire is forced into retirement and has to downsize - a damp city of souvenirs, visible only in the dim light reflected… Continue reading A New Deal with London
With the guardrails down and the bus dangerously tilting into the ravine on the turns, the talking heads upfront joined together to repeat the refrain "Shalom, he should just go home" on the daily news as the First Amendment was turned into an irrelevant detail. This post was supposed to be a follow-up to My… Continue reading Please stop.
A Poem by River Dempsey Most Eloquently Composed Upon the Occasion of Hector Dupaix's Ill-Tongued Reproach of Those Esteemed Individuals Who, in Their Exercise of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, Have Chosen to Identify in the Likeness of Hoses; Addressing Such Maligning as an Offense to Reason and Nature, and Rendering in Verse… Continue reading The Hose
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