The ocean is bleeding petrol. Soon, hurricanes will pick it up and rain fire from the sky. Wars are waging, people are being murdered indiscriminately and en masse. Democracy is shackled to a military industrial complex by hungry, blind, unholy puppeteers. Disaster after disaster hits and our government lacks the decency to aid helpless people. The earth spins through the ether at a kajillion mph, speeding towards eventual destruction and rebirth at the hands of Change.
And I’m heading West.
Manifest Destiny or death by Fairfield. The air here feels like the dirty bath water of karmic cleansing against my skin. I’m just grateful for the rain and thunder and lightning.
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