I tell her: Sadness - It's a Cloud

After the tastes like chicken veil fell, I prayed: Papa, Please don't make me live among these perpetrators of Hell. Let me live in peace and under your protection, somewhere everyone is a victim forced to rent their own life, just like me...

Then, I woke up in Walmart at 10pm on a Friday, in a pool of blood in the freezer section, with an incision-like hole at the crown of my skull.

Then, my house burned indeterminably on Friday 12/13/24 and the insurance settlement allowed my return to the city of my birth.

I am no longer registered and will never vote for any person, political party or institution in The United States of America, ever again!

Scoot down the road. What's your number? Do you wonder how her engines feel?