I don’t see how anyone could accurately express the condition of our time in rational terms.
50 Shades of Bad: Bad this sucks. Bad this hurts. Bad this is sad. Bad this is mad. Bad this isn’t supposed to be this way.
Here we go, past Adam and Eve, from Eastest Asia, through Greco-Roma and Indo-Persia, to ChristEuropa and America, and now The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerontuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!), a Vican recirculation.
It doesn’t matter which day it is anymore. Yesterday, the President tweeted “THIS IS WHY WE NEED BORDERS!” It seems perhaps that swans and dolphins didn’t appear in the Venice canals as previously reported, but foxes, deer, coyotes, raccoons, and monkeys abound. House Democrats introduced a coronavirus stimulus plan as the Senate bill was … Continue reading apocalypse March 24, 2020
I think I’ll wear a suit and tie today / with Cole Haans and a pair of itchy socks.
Here’s a list of things I’m thinking but probably shouldn’t say:
who dares to catch these whispers, dense as lead? what last words, love? what were the last ones said?
Nobody knows what day it is anymore. The President said “please” on Wednesday, as in, “Any questions, please?”
Hail to the artists! Come out, come out, you venerable souls! Pens, Brushes, Cameras, Woodwinds, Strings! Come out, come out, you shy little shits!
I love you, Mama. I love you, Baba. I love you, siblings. I love you, cousins. I love you, uncle and auntie.