an entirely written in the morning blogpost
which (when horsemouth was working) was pretty much the way they used to be.
but now - less so?
yesterday a wander up the hill to martin and sylvia's (martin's gardening goes well). he picked up some leeks (promising vaguely to trade them for rhubarb).
here the weather is on the change (allegedly).
horsemouth was just off down the wormholes of memory. not his actual memory you understand (his is kind of like a goldfishes) but what facebook chooses to remember for him.
capitalism (much to horsemouth's chagrin) shows many signs of falling, but these are just profitable fluctuations for the super-rich, opportunities for looting of value on a massive scale (stocks go down BUY stocks go up again SELL retreat to secret island base with SWAG).
because at some point the super-rich (having looted society to the brink of collapse) must find a defensible position to hide out with their ill-got gains.
the super-villains are plotting their EXIT. their retreat to their secret island bases.
meanwhile the rest of the world will carry on going to hell in a handcart.
it is april 14th the day on which a unicorn manifested at a seance in the tale playing with fire by sir arthur conan doyle.
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