The days of inspiration and need for such references have passsed. I've wanted a globe for years, but remind myself for each impulse to acquire one that the world isn't round after all - it's an amorphous impression, delusions beleaguered by dumb bone steadily resembling flattened surface where the debris of a once vibrant flurry of wonder has settled lazily upon.

If it isn't cheap or free, it's a cod fondling carrot smirking on the end of a stick crusted with the scabs of bludgeoned ambition. One less bean and grain of rice in my dirty bowl, in exchange for a pearly bauble dangling before a confused and sessile swine.

A pound of pennies burns brighter than an ounce of silver in this fool's kitsch eyes.