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eating the universe (redux)

Posted on January 7, 2021 by istsfor manity

Exiles In the Land of Kakistocracy I.  A Conversation in the Time of Galamatias: Our salad days are filled with bitter herbs and intractable roots —Not so much a salad, but a melangeOf weeds and thistles —Indelicate things in our … Continue reading →

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