Broken Chain Smoking and the Milky Brown Way

I’m a full on smoker from 8am to noon Monday through Wednesdays, even as a French couple partaking gluttonously of their native tongue go fresh air filled lungs in the rain streaked window that seperates the outside streets of Little Italy from this inside coffee confectionary.

Happiness is an illusion that is easier for some people to keep up than others. I think I’ve mastered the art of illusion, in that case, but all magicians, when at a loss for acorns, bat wings or spirits of their trade, can faulter. Wouldn’t it be great to know how to bake those magic cookies that put Mannanan to sleep and saved our hero from King’s Quest III?

To heir is human, my friends. Keep up the kings.

Up Next: Revisiting Older Styles (a.k.a. Poetry 9000)