. Squiggles have I made any plans for 2025 Well —none overly fit for the nostrils of a public convenience— something grotesque always turns up. And, by the same token grossly good, no doubt. The endless lists fill the line and follow our vile shadow beyond sunset. Vengeful, sorely. To be sure. Should anyone get wind that something miraculous is on the cards give me a shout. A greater me did toy with the imaginings that desk draws got emptied of hush money and there was a nation worthy of mankind, only to wake and find the unsightly drop never ceases to be a nightmare nor grace so cruel. -2025- .
