We huddle in our dark corner waiting for a shaft of light to penetrate the miasma in which are fogged,maybe next week. Stranger things have happened. On second thought...I miss Rock's Quarterly Pep-Talks. "We are Mushrooms, in the dark and every once in a while somebody opens the door and throws shit at us".
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