In which we observe an experiment in Communal Anarchy descending, in the course of one growing season, into mere Existential Hedonism. Ain’t that always the way? Sigh…
Heartlessly stolen from Up In Ontario. This should give you some idea of the kind of city we live in.
The Tomato Man stand, Trout Lake Farmer’s Market, early in the tomato-pimpin’ season.
and by the end of the season that had been replaced by:
Nobody wants to be the last tomato left at closing time.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Hug me till you drug me, honey;
Kiss me till I’m in a coma:
Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny;
Love’s as good as soma.