pulling from the deck, revolver, pencil, stand-off; what is truly known?
Review
running on gossip, the court of opinion hears; pitchforks and torches. the power is out, doesn’t seem like a good plan; let that fear shit go. pounding on doorframe, is that opportunity; trust but verify.
By the numbers
Zero is less than one So much so that When you say I have zero dollars I can acquire nothing (Save for the air they haven’t monetized-yet) On-air personalities Touting reasons This, That, & the Like Never you mind the gap Between zero and one It’s unlikely to be reconciled
Something Wicked This Way Comes
it’s true. wind screeching gnarled branches clawing at the windows begging to be let in, sheltering from the storm sanctuary they claw harder it’s time. the bell tolls charging all a fair price for admission
between church and state
there’s no line to cross quite like the chasm of faith funded entirely off of the alms of the poor it’s the ultimate ponzi scheme recruiting constantly reverse osmosis draining the life pretending it makes a difference
