Too many people stomping around— fractured herds mucking the rivers, the highways, killing the grass. They think they know when they don’t. They rode lame in a hot race and wept when their HellCat lost. Now they cry from twit-faces in their concrete castles filled with Eisenhower plastic, drowning their DTs in anger and lamentingContinue reading Madness
Too many people have tried to turn our world into gold; Not to want money, but to want a life of alchemic medieval times. The science is silent, and death rustles on like leaves in the wind.