Two witnesses lied
And got fried
You were born on this day
And I played the fool for you
Then, when I realized what I had done
I left
And now you’re the fool, creating imaginary bonds where
there are none, dreaming of going back in time and wasting the present at the
expense of the future
Every April 1 I remember and forget
April 1
“There is no April fools at the newspaper,” he said. This
normally laid-back publisher was stern.
This new boundary in an office of shifting boundaries was
welcome.
I hate practical jokes.
They hurt.
They steal trust.
They lead to emptiness, anger, leaving…
I guess that rule no longer exists.
It’s just a phase he’s going through. Phase it in. Give the public a chance to get used to it. We are in the final phase of the projec...