In Time of Great Distress

It boggles the mind that I can buy a fully functional kitchen appliance... say a "hand blender" (a horrific moniker if I've ever heard one), for less than $20. The sheer amount of energy that goes into creating such a thing.

Feels like I'm buying it on credit even if I pay cash.

I'm immersed in the errata of industrial life. Basically have to blind myself to it to even get passed the first thirty seconds of my morning. Must step around the 16 ton gorilla to reach the toothbrush.

We are ripe for change. Deep, meaningful, change. The kind that makes electing a president akin to a new haircut.

And... what the hell is a bilge pickle?

Sap me of my strength.

500 nuances of IS per second.

Perception wilts like a stranded puppy mewling in the Walmart parking lot.

Expectations watermark my senses as I crawl, begging at the coattails of doubt.


Reality has no trouble with paradox.

Pssst.... there seems to be something amiss with my knuckle.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the moistened bint.

The slack jaw returns... pumice in hand. May your lick spittle remember his pablum.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
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