My thunderbolt from heaven never came. Fifteen years would pass before God would manifest in righting the wrongs I longingly prayed resolved during my youth.
To say the subject of President Trumps “Make America Great Again,” campaign motto has been discussed is a gross understatement of epic proportionality. Lauded and laughed at by some political sycophants occupying a side of the proverbial aisle. With a new election drawing ever closer, the question remains. Has Trump made America great again? And […]
Toilets offer excellent cover for toddlers. Tubs a perfect trench, fiberglass-reinforced polyester concealed your young author as he cowered, crawling belly down beneath the bulkhead.
You ascend charcoal-colored stone steps, the refreshing breeze carries respite and the smell of tobacco. An ethereal sun-kissed Goddess holds your hand, enticing you to climb faster.
I tugged at the corpse of this fried beast. It gave no notion of movement. The meat abstaining my pull, hot, lifeless, crispy. What had I done? Time, the most precious of resources, gone. I killed a fucking brisket.
At any point when the masses are capable of clutching the means of expression, they grasp for it, clutch in their grubby little poopy hands, and rip it to shreds.