JoeMarchant

Oh look, a vestigial text box - a bittersweet reminder that once we all were code-monkeys. It does suggest a kind of reverence; like a blank canvas, taut and promising on the easel of a great master. But the sheepskin is too smooth and perfect to conjure a painting, so it stays blank. Months later the master would destroy it in a mad frenzy, a denouement incited by his suppressed fury for an unappreciative populace. The absinthe, mercury infused tea and acetone mouthwash didn't help much either. On an unrelated note, I have a difficult time holding a job because my thoughts upset people. Love, Joe