aim ceramic apple
ain't no sunshine scrunchies
atlas of losers
gosvranyo of frassfire
afraid hues on radar
frigidaire wonky
& it's tharnwork worn out
weather to drudge grudgeserve
wispforest trekking
withering apple
written with sheer cleats
"Standing here now, it’s easy to understand how a false sense of security could have anesthetized so many there, so much so that they were not concerned despite the rising chaos surrounding them. They believed what they had previously heard rather than what their eyes were now telling them. Even as the beams beneath their feet gave way, they assured themselves that all was going to be well, if for no other reason than up until this point, it had always been well." --John Pavlovitz via
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