For Sale: Baby shoes, desperately attempted to squeeze into

Posted on by Elliott David

I live in a perpetual prolificacy-discouraging state of being deposed at a sick velocity by the infinite centepeding queue of aprés-mon-article articles online. An Ellis Island-esque retitling and brushing aside of content by the move-along-nothing-to-see-here, mop-as-baton-impatient-palm-slapping retired-gestapo-cum-janitors of our collective, rabid inattentiveness. But I keep a very heathy diet.