God, hes left as on aur oun.
Where we are; what we’ve become.
Fuck a bunch of vice president
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By the semi-nutty Stalinist line of discipline coursing through the fever-swamps of our national discourse
You know it’s Friday when you wake up and it’s another Friday entirely and then you wait until it’s almost Saturday as it is
