i crashed my bike on sunday and took the 4th to rest and breathe the poison fumes of inependence grilled. the most toxic holiday, the quintessential american holy day, the celebration of war for independence that carries on proudly today from your back porch to the oil countries, burning the animals on petrol briquets inflamed with gas. the holy celebration of war is war itself to such as me and my fellow dogs. twas ever thus and ever shall be. the celebration of war is war.

after the crash.