It’s the yellow death. It kills millions every year and there isn’t a damn thing being done about it. In fact, I’d heard there were people who were consuming the poison en masse. They’d pour it, inject it, snort it and smoke it before vowing solemnly, "never again." But I knew the truth. I knew… Continue reading Wading through fistfuls of oil and filth
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Herding apes among the trees
ditor’s note: We sent Mr. Thompson to the Calgary Botanical Society’s third annual flower show. What follows is nearly completely without editorial revision, save for having been transferred from a filthy napkin to print. All manure stains have been removed. I was surrounded on all sides by tulips and roses, their stamens and pistils lolling… Continue reading Herding apes among the trees