Two tics of a lambs tail
wrote a little something something, but it was BAAAAd
Something, Something 6/7/2024, Con/Jur/d A little something, something not what was planned or thought about, a little piece on why so many seem to be addicted to recovery after getting too much of something something, since our culture believes in starvation death and pestilence unless you inherent protection Noblesse Oblige the unenforceable blood contract because your ancestors did something something to the weaker with something something, blunt sharp or pointed Or the mercies of the nouveau riche who do something something to us all in real time, unseen and even celebrated we fight for the scraps the something, something left behind, blind to the machinations, exploitations told it’s the something. something natural order, a brutal fact hidden by language’s glamour Something, something caught us up, too many rabbit holes not enough time and we aren’t sure when we’ll get back to it It’s always, something, something isn’t it?
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 6/7/2024
'We' just can't trust 'them'