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.
