Day 861

Dominant notes of aspirin and cake

Po-faced and a bit snide at first, this Substack is picking up slow speed before gallumphing to a springy sunlight-on-hot-chrome apex, then splitting into rusty metal ringlets that roll and roll and gradually wobble off the shelves like discounted hula hoops.

Here in the land of borshch-eating never-surrender monkeys (last week Z’s government issued another batch of sanctioned merch including the Z Classic Tee) they’ve been selling radioactive berries and mushrooms for years.