Culture of Illusion – Yabba dabba don’t.

Before the Flintsones and the Rubbles were sandwich boards for breakfast cereals and chewable vitamins they trod a more morally suspect path:

Made in a time when cigarettes were the breath mint of the day. A breath mint that made your mouth stink like a steaming, week old, corpse.

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The Sleepcoat League

Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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