Morning ablutions

There are fire waters that give the condemning pause to think, whole tantrums give us all cause to drink. We manage to wrangle the worst among us only to put them in charge and meander the impulses of a nation into edibles and laughing stocks. Beat me to the ground like a bad joke and we’ll be on the same plane. This day can’t start with more eager anxiety, but it can be free if need be, only knowing that it needn’t be. RUSHING isn’t compulsory and unlearning shall lead the way into a quiet off day, instead of another ramshackle brain hemorrhage of a day.

Pulse, I see you.
I know you can slow down.
Just slow down.
Here and now, boys, here and now.
– July 13, 2024

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