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Holes in his head

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This is where he wants to be buried.

Does he contemplate his mortality?

Or is he just worried about getting a reservation?

I’m with Mika. He is crazy and people that don’t

see that scare the hell out of me.

You should never play a round

with crazy people. Things get broken.


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What Big Ties You Have!

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Little Red “Why do your hands look so small in person?”

Trump ” Small? I am Bigly in all ways”

Little Red “You mean your mouth?”

Trump “Listen Red Zinger you are a fake Riding Hood. I know my Riding Hoods and

you are a loser of one. Take this Electoral Map diagram and show it to the

Village”.

Little Red ” I am going to the Climate March. See you in Court!”


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Dead Head

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Trump was posing next to a deer head

He was pretending that his EO would free

National Monument lands for people’s use

Yeah, to kill more wild life

To exploit Resources

To let power hungry creeps destroy it!

Can’t you just see him stuffed and mounted?

Maybe a big wild pussy will end this debate.


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The Science of Childrearing

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I never argue with people about Science

Science is everything

Science is knowledge

We identified species, she cared for animals, we explored tide pools,

she experimented with diet, we created projects, she worked as a farmer

Science is gathering observations

Science is concluding patterns

The Broom bushes bloom because it is May soon

Miracles can be explained as coincidences and yet

the Scientist knows it is possible.


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TGI not a nuclear war

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Our house may be a record,

of the most mental illness caused

by the election of you know who.

I think about Bombs blowing up NYC.

The PTSD from 9-11 is a daily flashback.

Just seeing Hillary talk about gay rights

lowers my blood pressure. All your tips

on how to ignore all this insanity. Is insane.


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Emily Dickinson

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Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.