scamdog

Here. Right here. Do you see that? No, wait... there it goes again. Amazing, no?

The lifeless corpse of this morning's wishes lies pregnant without pause on the lawn. The mailman regards it with some dismay as he gingerly drops the card in the slot.

Well wishes? Evil ones? Hard to say. But right now somewhere something seems like all of this is silly dreams. If you can see the truth in it, you should rejoice...

or take a shit.