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Friday, September 2, 2011

THE REBIRTH OF SMOCK. BACK TO DRAFTS.




As SMOCK was displaced, idle for months at a time, we can only collectively blame ourselves. WHOEVER. WHATEVER. WHENEVER. There are all words of a past tense.

And it’s with the present tense I like to reconstruct the smock in a new preserved form. It’ll have all the intents as before, with the consistency it once had. Once again we will be discussing the fanfares and follies of writing, before it’s discernible, consumable form upon which you read.

Until next time.

A smock named Ralph

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