Saturday, May 6, 2017


From today --

Cudney wondered how many of the dressed up old white people trudging out of the lobby en masse were ranchers, farmers, how many were civil service, retirees.  The women drove his ick factor needle down into bedrock.  Dressed to the nines, advertising flat rear ends, gaseous bulbous abdomens, dyed hair, raisin-wrinkled faces.  The drapes didn't match the carpets, not here. 

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