The Canda Verses

# 1171

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 12, 2020

her boudoir lined with Japonistic prints and the wall awash in foggy morning light with its charming bokashi effect

# 1170

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 12, 2020

the average American can’t remember whether Ben Franklin discovered lightning or invented it

# 1169

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 12, 2020

his coat of arms bore an emblem of a skull which bees have filled with honeycomb to make their hive

# 1168

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 11, 2020

She’s trading in her hedonic treadmill for a Peloton.

# 1167

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 11, 2020

that is the cleverest thought I’ve ever had, he thought,
ten bucks of three-dollar wine coursing through him

# 1166

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 11, 2020

snapshot: the 19-year-old devout Strasserist handing out copies of his zine called Mimeo Free New York on the street corner in Brooklyn in April, 1981

# 1165

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 11, 2020

Last night a wise, rich man told me bluntly, “someone as poor as you shouldn’t worry so much about opinions.”

# 1164

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 11, 2020

Never Forget is made law and senile old people are imprisoned for forgetting.

# 1163

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 11, 2020

the sort of man who’d curse a mirror

# 1162

Posted in Uncategorized by The Canda Verses on January 8, 2020

official 2020 BCE campaign slogan:
IT’S MORNING IN THE EMPIRE OF ZAUG