Talking heads investigate the blues and draw long faces. It wasn't any better yesterday. There is no tomorrow. It only grows rougher. The stampede. The witch hunt. The iconic mole men. It’s all a part of the plan. An elusive truth, built on the shoulders of puppets and scandals. They all gather at the roundtable and swap press for bad jokes, ash cigars on their enemies, and watch the villages burn at the stake. I’m never discouraged. It’s always business with the usual suspects. The same four degrees of separation. The plot thickens. Good luck to you all.
Red Carpet
The only hard day is everyday
