May blessings shine upon us throughout 2018’s half brother year (Yeah, 18 & 19 are tied at the hip — same ol’ same ol’ , for there’s no Trumpian miracle at the core of this No Country for Old Men, so that the years and the madness intertwine America’s No. 1 SUCKER. The real sucker sees the rest of the world as unweaned domestic animals.
Are we, really?
One has gotta create one’s own vibes, which is why I’m a poor, overburdened writer steeped in my own echelon, different from the rungs on a ladder, yet closer to the ceiling than I could’ve imagined.
Happy Old New Year, an environment in which Man’s beasts of burden (ourselves, actually) feast on the foolishness of a “wall” that is bent on dividing Central America from Yankee America. Why, you ask? The madness in the news nowadays tends to seek cover behind politics and life’s only and lonely trail to the nothingness that hangs around that Wall.
Ahem!
Ah hearing PAN.
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