fenalet

I can smell something in the wind, and I don't live near any farms.

It is so ripe in the wind... so ripe that when I look around and see people inhaling deeply and looking refreshed I have to wonder if somehow I am imune to the intoxicating substance that seems to be blinding so many. Or maybe I am just the ever present, same as it ever was, guy with a sign saying the world is coming to an end.

Soneone squeezed the duck to hard. God help us when someone lights a match!