Thursday, July 7, 2022

14,413. DISRUPTING AVERY

DISRUPTING AVERY
The telephone is a damned intrusion
and I have no plans to use it. No matter
what is said, I have nothing to say. And
sitting about making 'talk' is worthless
to me. It's all been said before. There's
nothing new beneath the sun.
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The dials of old were always like
pincushions to me; like girls yapping
on tenderloin phones, comparing
notes about boys. Not for me, thanks.
To every thing, turn , turn, turn.

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