He says, this is easy. Child’s play. I could do this workwith my pinky finger, blindfolded, and I would be happy to do it: forever and ever. He thinks about the poor schmuckhe got “to spell him a bit” with that fucking boulder.He thinks he justmight keep mowingthe grass until there’s no more grasson theContinue reading “#409: Sisyphus Mows the Lawn, April 5, 2022”