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Hold the Phone

Telephones are melting minds, digital waves are cooking brains. Facebook is our judge and jury. An old man is eating ice cream cones, one after an another. He is sniffing little girls hair unaware that anyone is watching. I think his strange demeanor signals that he doesn’t care about America, just the Ukraine - maybe we should move there, might be safer? Idiots shout into their cellphones and the whole world is now a telephone booth; global warming is a dire warning and apparently methane is the scourge of the earth. We more responsible citizens are just trying hard not to fart.

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