Tuesday, September 3, 2019

i hope the hurricane spares mom.




i wonder what force would america measure on the hurricane scale. you've never heard of this. you can obtain it anywhere. hurricane america destroys planet. read the skies. this hurricane has been building for a mighty long time. this hurricane is unprecedented. but wait, there's more. we are flying off the charts now. this is not your great america, kids, this force is the final trump, the almighty war. 


i guess that's some rhetoric. is it a rant? i beg indulgence, no, i do it regardless. i hafta like nafta vent this horrid wind. i know the full force is elsewhere, and we are insulated though suffused with guns and angry shiny black mercedes sports utility vehicles who would crush an old man and his lame dog in the alley. ok it's a rant now, it's a tempest in a sippy cup, it's my tiny wrath, it's all i got.

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