It comes when we know it to, acknowledge it, wear it, foresee it. Tell it like the storyteller we are. No more lies. There’s no time, we don’t have that luxury. I don’t have the patience. The signs are apparent, eating up the earth, consuming the very flesh we inhabit, the advertisements redirect us, confuse the unfortunate. The clowns dance on stage, till they can no longer act anymore. America’s capacity for bullshit shook the sheets, threw everybody off the bed they so comfortably lied on. Who’s rights over who now?



Who’s who now?



What’s health vs sickness if you can’t see it?



Not that we ever could.


The shrinks need shrinks. Anxiety so the real virus. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe... is how we feel. God didn’t leave, he’s only here more than before.