… like Mr. Punch and Mr. Loudermilk, who keep tipping the top hat, leaping off into the void, loving “free freedom” (thank you, M. Rimbaud), tossing that love into the air with a juggler’s brio and catching it on the fly. Do something mad today, go play, in honor of yourself and of all the sweet, sly, fierce, ungovernable April fools.
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