hoping to see a similar article in the not too distant future called "Meet the ICE Resistance" of people who find clever ways to make life as an ICE agent very unfun.
I saw the lost minds of my generation destroyed by squirrels, meth-crazed hysterical clad in camo, driving their cybertrucks through the caucasian streets at dawn looking for an innocent illegal worker,
buzz cut MAGAts burning for the Christian⢠connection to the medbeds in the pizza basements of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up shitposting in the supernatural darkness of their double-wides decaying across the Walmart parking lots of the nation contemplating freedomâ¦
Once I met up with my birth mother a couple of decades ago, she was in a suburb outside LA and my movie accountant older sister told me that she used to frequent some of the espresso places there wearing black capri pants and riding on the back of scooters with guys. So I think I got it from her, you hep cats and kittens. (not her)
Once I met up with my birth mother a couple of decades ago, she was in a suburb outside LA and my movie accountant older sister told me that she used to frequent some of the espresso places there wearing black capri pants and riding on the back of scooters with guys. So I think I got it from her, you hep cats and kittens.
I saw the lost minds of my generation destroyed by squirrels, meth-crazed hysterical clad in camo, driving their cybertrucks through the caucasian streets at dawn looking for an innocent illegal worker,
buzz cut MAGAts burning for the Christian⢠connection to the medbeds in the pizza basements of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up shitposting in the supernatural darkness of their double-wides decaying across the Walmart parking lots of the nation contemplating freedomâ¦
I saw the lost minds of my generation destroyed by squirrels, meth-crazed hysterical clad in camo, driving their cybertrucks through the caucasian streets at dawn looking for an innocent illegal worker,
buzz cut MAGAts burning for the Christian⢠connection to the medbeds in the pizza basements of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up shitposting in the supernatural darkness of their double-wides decaying across the Walmart parking lots of the nation contemplating freedomâ¦
I saw the lost minds of my generation destroyed by squirrels, meth-crazed hysterical clad in camo, driving their cybertrucks through the caucasian streets at dawn looking for an innocent illegal worker,
buzz cut MAGAts burning for the Christian⢠connection to the medbeds in the pizza basements of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up shitposting in the supernatural darkness of their double-wides decaying across the Walmart parking lots of the nation contemplating freedomâ¦
A fine start to a poem. Perhaps we can conjure up the spirit of Alan Ginsberg...
I saw the lost minds of my generation destroyed by squirrels, meth-crazed hysterical clad in camo, driving their cybertrucks through the caucasian streets at dawn looking for an innocent illegal worker,
buzz cut MAGAts burning for the Christian⢠connection to the medbeds in the pizza basements of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up shitposting in the supernatural darkness of their double-wides decaying across the Walmart parking lots of the nation contemplating freedomâ¦
