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Twenty twenty could be our last time through the rotation; “E Pluribus Whatever Crimes,” the motto of the nation. To think back how we stole this land and built it up to rockets. Our time … Read more
Twenty twenty could be our last time through the rotation; “E Pluribus Whatever Crimes,” the motto of the nation. To think back how we stole this land and built it up to rockets. Our time … Read more
We celebrated Boxing Day in a fairly normal way. Put on gloves, got in the ring, danced a bit, began to swing. After landing several jabs, we both took a couple tabs. Next thing you … Read more
Christmas day is sneaking up. Santa’s got his egg nog cup. Mrs. S says with a sigh, “You might be too drunk to fly.” Jolly Santa says, “Ho, Ho.” He’s been laying in the … Read more
The week ebbs out in sunsets from sea to plastic sea. The government is broken. Goodnight democracy. Tomorrow there’ll be riots and looted goods for free. Who knows what side the police are on? Goodnight … Read more
Misuse of his power we could chronicle an hour. Obstruction is the juice that’s in his veins. In the senate, trial becomes shit shower, with his pal Moscow Mitch at the reins. O how Lindsey will … Read more
In the air there’s pre-impeachment smell. Children play with Nadler and Schiff toys. Orange tweets as if one foot in hell, scolding all the donkey girls and boys. He is screaming, “I’ll get you, my pretties! … Read more