Some souls have a serious case of the dark sides. Picture a faceted glass paperweight on black construction paper. The fella' is gloomy.
I've been keeping mum about my beefs and griefs and most the neighbors do the same, offering up courtesies comparable to doilies and a crystal container of hard candy. A mark of good people. How odd that outward appearances have come to mean so much.
If Ronald Firbank were here, I'm certain he'd agree that aestheticism is a valid applied philosophy. A ride on the 8 bus yesterday affirmed this maxim. Some sweet cheeked organization installed a chi-chi looking semi-circle flower garden about eight feet in radius, butting into a complex of ugly street, directly in front of what used to a homeless encampment under the three bridges the city peon mass transit passes under. For the past many years, there has been a tent city there, but the city Jiffy Popped up empty cyclone fence enclosures to keep the homeless people out. The enclosures would be perfectly perfect for warehousing political prisoners and other super-undesirables. Man, how resource management in Pittsburgh bums me out. But that little garden sure cheers me up.
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