two nights ago i bought a bottle of gin because, grace, she made alcohol look like a fun ride to take out for a spin and two sips made me understand that Gordon’s London Dry Gin clearly puts the ‘gin’ in ‘ginger’ (the latter being invented by a redd hede in 1652) while this liquefied manifestation of zingiber officinale takes a strangely pleasurable ride down...
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i would frame up a blank piece of canvas and title it ‘the circus ride that is the present’ and I would stare intently into it to look at joyrides and freak accidents. It would be an amazing place really, with all its ups and downs visually chronicled for the mind’s eye to see, and everyone would be able to enjoy it if only they could take a peek. Alas, unsure whether we’re...