candy floss for the snark

I don’t know who I’m kidding I only pray when in trouble & since the threat is near constant leave me in peace to my piece of this galactic bubble
      I wouldn’t worry yourselves cynics
     I realize our time is closetopop
  it has burst & will again & the nuclear fallout will make your mouth water

                So instead of reading doomsday news puppet presidents & narratives I’ll just shutter the shop with a twenty cent promise

              _{We’ll speak again}

–LM

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