Nice, together, in the face of perfect terror Looking at the files redacted At the P O T U S, who acts like a loony attacks the people in Minnesota he can come in and milk us with agents of ICE
It is against the law for bombs to sleep on the sidewalk but less fortunate bombs are shelterless or as some say unsheltered no silo nor anywhere else to go
A shadow’s echo speculates by the bleached wall of papyrus An incense stick crumbles into ash — a garden snake sheds its skin Falling back asleep inside the mirror of dreams The puddle’s canvas, catching watercolors of the rainbow rain
and venture capitalism , a medulla oblongata rhyming each mouth and eye to the arrogant grasping of hands , is anything but natural . here , the crush of one thing onto the other . a totalitarian wind blowing from the east
