A locus of voyeurism gives over to journalistic variety. Nature of things.
What possesses a person to such insanity? Has the environment to do with it?
Was he malnurtured? The forensic disciples have, I'm sure, a lot on their plate.
I almost always refer to this old case. Madness over nothing but pique. Really.
I feel badly about a friend with affiliations hereby. She must be horrified.
What is a place like Vegas but a company town, going way back. Wild West.
The railroad workers, the miners, the loggers, the cowboys blowing their wages.
Paid off by the capitalists, vendors facilitating return of M1 back to them. KISS.
Seaport towns, same thing. Going way back. Corinth! Constantinople. Bombay.
How to live proper amidst the liberties people take with each other. Take indeed.
What constitutes the fabled 'moral compass' such that you maintain your dignity?
Surrounded, as it were, by this, as the poet put it, gyre, there is great comfort.
Oy... now they're making political connections. Blows one's mind.
May the Good Lord have mercy on us all as we deal with it all. Placidly.
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