# 1156

we must discover the arch-meaning that lies buried in the cantocore

# 1155

living as a cybernetic sybarite

# 1154

his signature line read:
Yours in velleity,

(credit to C)

# 1153

that summer she had a mouth like a sailor, always full of rum

# 1152

a dad-observation on Halloween:  a hobbling goblin is an imp with a limp

# 1151

We must liberate ourselves from this oppressive notion of freedom that shackles us bewilderingly with its endless chain of choices and options and niggling preferences.