Telepathy as a kickstarting sock drawer

Sardines expecting expectorate explain little to the Tri-dent used by stick figures painted in shades of effervescent barrels of sunset sunlight rays. Reacting hastily like the tick-tock-bock rocks the senses unlike any syncopatingly flat mix up. Philosophy without the questions, myopically without sight, deafeningly quiet, diet, fly it, spy it, write it.

Monday evening's Mount Royal Kurzgesagt walk was with but one other, Luke. Uncertain of age but perhaps mid-thirties. Had an extremely rough last few years as he was sole care taker of his Alzheimer's affected mother. He occupied perhaps 75% of the conversation space with an especially comical bicycle curse story that went on due to how often he befell the cycle calamities.

Attempting to force yourself into a caricature drawn eons ago of a teenaged leprechaun named Bessie is an idea best laid like the sewage pipe in an eastern city. Struggling to come up with the correct number that could be used to describe the offsetting degree of leftness in a social democracy less than two centuries old reminds few people of the importance of colour coordinating their Ascot tie with the second least favourite flavour of tepid soup.

The Quebec Provincial Election is over, here are the provincial overall results:

As you can see, the CAQ have a Super Majority, meaning they outnumber all opposition parties combined. As you can also see, the First Past the Post system is terrible as the four opposition parties are practically equal in terms of the votes they received, but the seats gained by each party is nowhere even. What was also remarkable was how different the island of Montreal voted as compared to the entire rest of the province, with just a few exceptions:

The paler blue colour is obviously the CAQ, on the right the red is the Liberal party of Quebec while the orange is Quebec Solidaire and that general outline of red and orange represents the island of Montreal. One of the reasons for this division is that the topic of immigration came up; the regions across the province outside of Montreal are anywhere between indifferent to the idea of allowing immigrants into the province to hardened xenophobic. Meanwhile, the island of Montreal holds immigrants from dozens of different countries so the people who live here are not averse to the idea of welcoming immigrants.

Meanwhile in my own electoral division there was no surprise, the Liberal guy won:

Turbidity as an analog wrist watch is not the least of clandestine elements as described by a feline poet named Slink. Sinking slowly in the mist, counting the highs and the lows but skipping the mids, leaving the summer, time for mits, stitch, witch, crutch, slouch couch, rough, tough, enough! ENOUGH! When else would you keep from not