Dogville –II

Tin jam half baked sausages. No routine of permanence for ad-hoc being’s selfified stasis of motion ‘in-itself’ occurrence. The notional routine being bypassers emblematic adage of recognition. Who’s who of the bakery stole a few junk ridden paisas. Enough for a grass eater. Not for us. I sold the family kitchen for a few junk. … Read more