Momentary chuckle. Yes, I can answer my own question about why these pond mates are following me. Twitter is primarily a promotional format. I've had little to convey in positive or negative fashion about the European disabled community other than to offer mild praise to the journalist Will Self, who came to my attention through the indomitable Granta Magazine, whose editors are engaged in a conspiracy to turn the clinically depressed into pub sausages, or just horribly slow in updating their next travel issue.
I'd love to write a Granta travel essay. I know the voice right here, underneath the pungent odor of little Vincento's piss. Hard to tell if he has feline dementia as he has always been rebellious with the litter box before I came to bear responsibility for his brother's death, and it is mine, not the veterinarian's. Joey did not like a urinary tract diet and he wore my nerves. I'm guilty. Philadelphia has nullified my spirit, however, so interesting Granta's readers in any rite of passage of mine will take some doing. Warning to @EnhancetheUK: I can be vitriolic, and I have my own little personal black book of assassination targets, if you believe you can tolerate that.
However, I turned on the Toshiba in the opening of a trying week of bloody busy weather, and it cheered me a bit to find you. 8mate is it? Or is that Australian? If I want to convert and vandalize the limousine of Prince Charles and Camilla I'll give you a toot. And oh yes, I intend to get this independent living center dissolved for corruption, hate crimes, and illegal collusion, and I am going to do it, too.
Stay tuned.
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