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it's all about payback, tonight. payback for the doldrums on Monday, where finding anything constructive to do was a major effort. since, every magazine we print has come in, all at once... demanding to be printed at the same time. it isn't all fun & games in the pits for the media. consequently, the atmosphere is frivolous... sporadic... superficial... flirty... apprehensive. strange forces at work, at work. there are a few among us whose methods are... unstable. there's much more that i've been mentally writing... the time to make them visible is not now. shortly, i'll be carefully treading across the car park, laden with my portable possessions. loading up under that sickly orange night ceiling, not unlike being inside the belly of the whale. with any luck, there may be sun tomorrow... though it isn't probable. it'll be Thursday... must be time for some more snow. or ice. or brimstone.
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