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Singular Sound of Out

Singular Sound of Out It’s November 30th, and I am heartened that today, is National Personal Space Day. But, further weave into the wicked web knits up duplicity; unravels, in fact, other sobriquets for the same date like National Mousse Day, National Mason Jar Day, and Stay Home Because You’re Well Day Might as well be National Ponzi Scheme Day or World Polygamy Day, or Hold the Oral Thermometer Against the Hot Lamp So It Looks Like You Have a Fever and Won’t Have to Go to School Day, (Which I did once, before I celebrated National Fess Up to Your Mother Before the Ambulance Comes Day), Of course, none of this will be Reported, but I won’t permit my personal space to be stuffed into a jelly vessel, or rubbed upon someone’s flaky pate just to spike up their limp doo. It’s all faux festival, and at the end of National Meth Awareness Day, also pegged at Eleven Thirty, It’s the butt end of a sham ham invented to dope us into more greeting cards and bobbles Because believing is the one thing we all seem prepared to do, given our preferred Evening Nosebag feeds. So, cheers to the International Day For Tolerance which was celebrated on November 16th I missed it; and so, maybe, did you, but I could hear the Nihilists and Zealots screeching madly for the high windows in the singular Sound of Out.

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