When political flack talk and advertising gets demeaned as supercilious nonsense … when appeals only to people with half of a dead half of a dead half of a dead brain are all that there isn’t … .when sophomoric polititicos and foaming mouths get thought of a punk back alley adolescents and rude front porch bullies ….. when power hungry owners pf you and me and happy all encompassing intimidators of all gods chillin’ can see that they would meet any resistance that could whup them down like dead … when all rancid celebrated bullies or breakers stop loving the road to roam …. when force and sympathy leans with prejudice towards those that can see fuzzy adulthood from the muddled top of a low mountain ….. then the sun might belong in its heavens and the stars might deserve to be looked at.
Never happen. Never will. Cue the vague and the dawn of time.
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