Mistletoe killing an oak

[sovay]

I went to bed last night wanting to wake up to something good, like an adolescence for my godchild and my niece and and an old age for my parents that I did not have to fight so hard for. I am so tired of the sensation of history wrenching itself awry which I have experienced since my very first chance to vote. I wanted even a narrow margin of proof that a necessary body of my fellow citizens would choose the chance of amending the future over the pleasure of burning it down and I have no patience for the hot takes already proliferating about how no other choice was ever possible in America, which rather seems to let those who open-eyed chose hatred off the hook. I am off to contest a parking ticket, since none of the petty impediments of life have had the decency to evaporate in the face of the wall of the void. I can't believe I have to keep staying alive out of spite.

Comments

[selkie]

Glad unto the limits of my heart and my blubber to have you with us on the spite bus, though.

To mix vehiculars, it seems as if we just have to burn the fuckers to the waterline and eat the undrowned.

[sovay]

Glad unto the limits of my heart and my blubber to have you with us on the spite bus, though.

!אויף צו להכעיס אויף אייביק

To mix vehiculars, it seems as if we just have to burn the fuckers to the waterline and eat the undrowned.

Nothing to plunder, hole 'em and go.

*hugs*