Rage and Retrogratitude.
Reblogged from The Weird and the Wyrd:
It's hard to get angry where I work.
As soon as you walk in the door, a sentient cloud of olfactory satisfaction weaves it's way into your nasal cavities, each thread of your clothing, strand of hair, down to your spirit. There are singing bowls being meticulously balanced and played, the slip-and-plop of book pages being perused and the occasional gasp or tone of wonderment as someone discovers something they may have never heard of before; Ideas that harmonize so perfectly with the song their heart is and…
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