Monday, October 26, 2015

7348. CHEMICAL MALFEASANCE

CHEMICAL MALFEASANCE
We spend our days in the hold, our nights at
the base of a well.That's what it feels like
anyway. The sunny politician comes around 
grinning, and claims: 'You know nothing can
go wrong in Heaven  -  we're breaking down
the highway here for fifteen more stores and
a place to play.' Whatever chemical he's
imbibing, give me some. It's nice to flip the
world such a deadly positive finger sometimes.
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I guess some people just do not believe the 
end is coming; although they profess
on Sundays they do.

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