BREAKING NEWS: Someone said a true thing

Are the Dems running against an orange smudge, or Trump?
This is semantics

Knitted windows of wood and steel. Sky high breaking into the clouds.

Damn it. Why can’t one of those circles be a Jane Austin vibe?!

Is that too much to ask?

Because, this metric is bleak, at best.

Wow. So they are alive.
I was completely convinced Republicans were zombies trying to eat our brains.

I’m sure I’m not far off, but I see that one of them is still beating blood through its heart.

Shocked.

No idea. It was new. I dug its honesty, particularly around one of the most valuable American contributions to humanity.

I am in love my country and all of its people. I love what we can, and have done for this species.

This is my family. I’m in love with my own people ♥️

“under Article I, Section 7 of the US Constitution, bills can become law without the president's signature. If the president does not sign or veto a bill within 10 days (excluding Sundays)”

Lol

Also, the rando dude the president’s kid is fucking, wouldn’t be driving policy.

Just a simple side note.

Best I can do.

I’ll give you the olives. In the hopes that if two are seen next to each other, you’ll will be reminded that you have balls.

Fair.

As with other things in nature, like sunflowers and the rhythm they grow their seeds into, abalone is looking quite cosmic in this.

I enjoy the way it brings a taste of the everything, closer.

On a personal note, I’m lucky because my bosses show up. I get to look them in the face, everyday. Sure, they’re much more wealthy than myself, but that never stopped them. Or me.
I have a large amount of respect for leaders that show up.

We are the means.

Isn’t it cute how they think we aren’t the engine that drives this country forward?

The minds that toil to bring impossibly to their dinner table.

They’re fresh out of carrot.

White-flight created suburbia, which created highways.

Notice a pattern here?

No shade, but you all are alive because of beer. I feel like those beer bellies are in honor of that one plague, a hundred years ago.

Better safe than sorry.

England. An old world of close quarters and aged faces. Cloudy skies broken by global warming’s sunbursts.
She’s romantically breathtaking. Absolutely an owner of her own culture and charm, enough to have stolen my heart.
I’m in love with England. Gorgeous little fire starter ♥️

I’ve always understood trees. Their gentle reverence through a life they experience on a scale outside our understanding.

Sequoias are the giants of their kind. Generations toss around them, yet they keep their story, tall and true.

If you want to experience what’s real in life, look to trees.

Our little watcher. The only thing that matters to the overlords.
All hell can bring us a maze of tangled cords, so long as the camera is on, who cares.

Caesar isn’t real. Art does sometimes seep into life.
I Gus current iteration of “art” is a slap in the face to artists.
It’s when art becomes eating lead-based paint.

It’s a feeding fest.

I’ve fucked up plenty. Lucky for me, I’m not notable.

It depicts the innocence we’ve all known, but know no more.
The shading of a tree, sun sprinkled between windward leaves.

The way purity feels. That’s what this is.

Their smell feels like home. Their giantness comforts me.

Few humans on this planet have seen trees this big, stood under them and touch a thousand years of life.

I’m very lucky.

I own my vowels, proudly.

The Mexican-mutt and English-mutt ones.

And I refuse to use the word trump as some sort of a positive.

Like all things that man, he ruins them.

*wrong (I’ll do better with proof reading)

Pines are like a hug. Giants of this planet. In my mind, they can do no seeing.
Palms got me thinking though. Unexpected yet curious.

I have reassessed my opinion on palm trees.
I’m bias.
I’m in love with pines. Those cold weather butches that blanket themselves in layers of limbs to keep warm when the snow drowns out their shape.

Excellent song. It feels unnatural here but sure, rings the same bell as usual.
All art is best, uninvited.