It's a foggy, blue, grey, bright day in the heavenly city I live in - not the cliff this dweller comes from. When nature shakes my city every so often, it makes certain types of people fall off, leaving a particular cut of human being. If you let the self-righteous stomp away huffing in the face of a little wind, and if you embrace those at the far edges of soulful life, and - most important - if the place you live in attracts people's innate sense of wonderment; even as it's culture changes with the year and with the clouds and with the wine, you will never need to give even a passing thought to Shih or any of the other shallow "kings of get" on their way to either Texas, NYC or a tax haven.
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IPO asshat coughs up his furballs
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