I’m at the optician’s. I’m in the chair with that oversized focustinator—focusinoir—eye-ball vision separator and confusor (I’d use the device’s […]
It appears as though I have developed a pattern (or two… or three… & … counting) of expression that is […]
Imagine, if and as you want,  that I was born without the physical ability to see red… …the color, that […]

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