Build a house of rotten sticks. Watch the termites eat it to the ground. Popcorn anyone? Extra butter for me, please. Raisinettes, too. Give me an extra large cup of petty to wash it all down. I want front and center seats.

Tired of giving power to them. Can't fight with my head down. So I'll look up and write hard against the hate machines designed to keep us down. As long as I have breath and the wild birds come, the sun and moon rise and set, with the wide sky's possibilities stretching heaven high,I will have joy.