The taint scent of the
Bonobo, used to drive off rodents, wasps, and
street mimes, and powertrippy UD
editors.
When the Fedor drifted into the
office, we knew the mimes and ferrets would finally leave.
It was if the
wind was blowing the Fedor
song which sang- "This word shall be published."
Suddenly, in the distance, was heard the faint murmur of a thousand self-referencing phrases.