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Mistletoe killing an oak
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.
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There should be enough to power all of us, but man, I wanted to use some other fuel.
*hugs*