Every time i leave Fullerton,for a day, a fortnight, a month,whatever, and return, I once against experience the Fullerton Fog, a term initially coined by Jared Rose. Its a subtle, but persistent cloak that works its way on the human psyche much like Kevins Dirt robbed the Land of its healing properties in The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. It stifles ambition, creativity and individuality in favor of mediocrity and an inflated sense of self- importance. And while its part of the spiritual malaise that afflicts most of Orange County, and is nowhere as severe as that of some other communities, such as the Yorba Linda Yips and the Brea Boredom, it is an unfortunate reality. And one of its main symptoms is that by the time you are aware you are in clutches, its too late. You are stuck in it. Forever. So, anyway, the instant I hit Lambert Road today on the 57, I began vomiting blood from my nose,
Posted on: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 23:38:06 +0000
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