The Opiate, Winter Vol. 20
A Snob Susie Gharib He has to mastermind his executive clan, measure the circumference of his conferences, review the shareholder’s whimsical stance in dire times. He has to assess the vehemence of the wind for his yacht’s temperament, the wantonness of snowflakes at resorts in Switzerland, the fitness of grass blades for his golf tournaments. In the meantime, I can either ponder or sob over the privilege of befriending a snob. I milk my books with a pair of orbs that have irrevocably lost their forte. I dip my thoughts in fluid discourse that ripples in the streams of Virginia Woolf, but for what good! In the meantime, he envisions my liquid core dissolving in the swamps of platitudinous norms against all odds.
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