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At one time, / I asked for everything— / When I saw how my love was squandered, / I would secrete venom.
Ah wis it that Disneyland in Florida, ken. Took hur n the bairn. Wi me gittin peyed oaf fi Ferranti’s, ah thoat its. . .
Reuben stared up at the posters. “That’s a strawberry popsicle, right? And what’s that your friend’s got there?”
Always a site of contemplation, the art museum has lately seized on mindfulness as a wellness trend—and a marketing strategy.
The online right has a whole host of aesthetic quirks, among them a genuine obsession with terrible charts.
2018 proved once and for all that cruelty and stupidity make energetic bedfellows. It was the year of children in cages and. . .