There are different forms of genocide-Israel proves that, financed by our vile apocalyptic Huckabeeism. So far, we're only using one in Cuba. Gradual starvation. Trump wants a big piece of the genocidal pie for himself.

On the day of the Snake of the Union whatever it turns out to be, whenever I even think of KKKaroline, "Liar, Liar," by The Castaways comes to my lips. Particularly satisfying is "Your nose is longer than a telephone wire." But lately my feel good song is "Never Gonna Give You Up," by Rick Astley. 😊

Number 24 Bitter, he slaps the air for gnats but cold killed all flying things but birds and airplanes and love for him. #poetry

And about the DHS concentration camp plans, Mother Nature offers this wisdom-the sun rises each day and falls down each night. Also applies to Pedo's ballroom. How grossly appropriate to call it his "ballroom." Plus gold doesn't burn but it sure as hell melts. Thank you for your attention.

Just a couple of thoughts. Remember when the Olympics and college athletics at least pretended to be for amateurs? Little Marco's State Department plans to circumvent other nations' internet censorship while US government murders civilians with impunity, PragerU's history into bleached pablum mush.

Number 27 Moon shivers, orphan cloud suspending, rootless, torn from masses looming south. Her light spews, blinds ruptured. Did she dream? I stand, still.

You know, there are a nest of reactionary, authoritarian, christian nationalistic buffoon state governments (my state, South Carolina, is certainly one) but I now think the worst poisonous viper state is Louisiana.

Hey Lindsey, you keep spewing your garbage all over Fox Spews, racist got your tongue? Even awol Tim Scott kind of criticized the Rapist-in-Chief's despicable post, though he milquetoasted it as all get out. But you, wow, the silence, the silence.

Verse 6 of unnamed, unfinished poem Nurse becomes the new fascist fodder for demon cosplay fun, bored by whistles, bullets thud while lies from devils sprout black wings before his body's moved, streams of organs flayed chortled by the cabal's dunce.

There's only one thing to do with rabid dogs-and the ICE.

From "Love Story"- Love means never having to say you're sorry. From Vance- Hate means the same thing

Verse 5 from an unfinished, unnamed poem The bloody snow seeps into our veins from a dead poet's face, once a wife, a mother, murdered by the faceless, left to die, urged to die, his prayer "fucking bitch" the assassin crowed, then went to eat. #poetry

Still can't believe how humiliating it must still be for Bondi to know she was second choice, behind Matt Gaetz.

Totem- verses 17-18 But gold, so facile, melt and neither tooth nor tongue nor ragged suture smelt of green, like cyclop's dung. Can't stop the cracked hull, like roaches' dusty snap or needles in the skull to lullaby death's nap. The End

Totem- verses 15-16 Widows sequined suited dance on a hate fouled grave, greed so undisputed, a preening mirrored knave. Shit can mother a seed and seed can nourish shit among that golden bleed who never shit a whit.

Totem- verses 13-14 The alleyed drunk vomits, little girls preacher bleed; fat fucks bid on comets, offered spines the new greed. Black and brown, shame and stink drools pussy grabbing scum, whose brain shames Darwin's link, evil too deep to plumb.

Totem-verses 11-12 Large the match, the cinder stark on my creamy arms; how else juicing splendor from eyes like vacant farms. Pray the pain god freely sells, drink the switch and club, since that cup is really just some fractured dub.

Totem- verses 9-10 They looked the part of staid, the two who dwelled apart, ciphers, whose years stretch paid for by love's broken cart. I drink her sweat, her breast. She toys my neckboned throat, fingers trapped, hair a nest of just a dream, afloat.

Totem- verses 7-8 Bitter spills the broken vein while bones leer milky epigrams unspoken on her buttocks silky. The train slow on the bridge slats the peachbellied sun, clacking a grateful smidge above the ropenecked one.

Totem- verses 5 and 6 Write about a rabid dog, broken bloody heels, blisters marching fatted pimps scoring three armed deals. She drinks the vodka cheap, sluicing the fat blue pill cause momma's dead and deep in daddy's lover's swill.

Totem- verses three and four Crows lick little panties hard upon bellied skies while kneeling dry aunties pray above nephews' cries. That ball in gator's pond is just a foolish head- carpet tongue, belly bend, squeeze a fat one instead.

Totem- First two verses The fire in the branches, hair in the holocaust dream of pussy ranches and beauties to be bossed. Marmalade breaks the fast of food by floor fucking, wormy toes so outclassed, mute to orange sucking.

Yeah, our Gamecocks played poorly and Vandy did not. Both our offense and defense stunk, and the only thing worse than our coaching was the officiating. That's why I don't get why Clark Lea sends a disposable headhunter to concuss our best player out of the game. A wiper, not a commodore.

"I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry," written by Hank Williams and covered by B.J.Thomas, is haikuish.

10% stake in Intel, 15% take from Nvidia's Chinese sales- this is not capitalism nor socialism nor communism. It is Gangsterism, with the most asinine godfather imaginable. His bagmen may be electronic but they are bagmen nonetheless. And the family is choked with Sonny's and Fredo's. No Michael

Begging bladder, calf a cramping circus-deep dark the agents' playground.

Barrier of light endured, I rest in nettles. The wheel turns unseen. #haiku

Makes perfect dystopian sense- ABC suspends correspondent for telling the truth as Leavitt soils her panties.

I can scribble sweetness, cute babies, protein rich. Gaza's Babel? Dead brown babies/ piled high.

"Romanesque," she sniffed at the villa, while I kept retying my Vans.

Today's Walking Playlist Repeater Song- "Coolsville," Rickie Lee Jones

Today's Walking Playlist Repeater Song- "Spectrum (Say My Name)," Florence and the Machine, Maya Jane Coles remix.

Wow, American exceptionalism on display- deport brown and black real refugees to perhaps their executions while welcoming in white crybaby entitled racist fake refugees, you know, Muskrat's Klown Kousins Kabal. Curious what Trumpty Dumpty's Afrikaner bribe total is.

Isn't it funny that Trumpty Dumpty wants the same drunk, incel morons running the Defense Department and all the security services to oversee colleges and universities, to make sure things are done "right." We are out of the graphic novel era; we're back in ink-smearing, comic book days.

Desert clouds dawn like sunburned cotton fields back home/ before it turned bad.

Nix the reunion and I'm a mean water sprite/ claims my angry wife.

Gotta wonder how much bribe money Adams had to pay Trump.

It's a Little Anthony and the Imperials and Interpol kind of afternoon.

I read that the cost of making a penny is more than the penny's worth. So why have them? Now I know. The penny is the vehicle for paying Republicans when they line up to sell their integrity. So, if you're in SC and you pick up a penny in the street, it could be from Lindsey or Nancy, Tim or Nikki.

Worms I have fashioned bricks from iron tears,/ wedded women twice, resurgent John/ but once, bedded few. Then John died. Gears/ of grief reward with a chatty cairn. They trot out their silver-suited face,/ a replica, a Vatican hoard of fascist totems; do not replace/ gutting savior, the dark

If I was one of the 2.3 million, I'd take the buyout. But I'd take my 8 months severance in one cashier's check as I walk out, since we know not to trust Trumpy to actually pay anyone over 8 months. Besides, which of his goons and thugs and ignoramuses can even write checks?