Date #4: Kicking Pumpkins

What is the half-life of a weird date? Could a date’s innate bonkersness seduce a mind into a half-year atrophy? Did my fingers dangle perpetually over my keyboard for nearly six months since this date because of the thorax-rattling bass playing of Garry Gary Beers? Was it the effusion of winter squash aromas back in […]

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