There is a collective rage, or sadism that permeates the social sphere.
We pull ourselves up.
This time there are eggs lined up on the rope.
The reason I’m pissed off, is the shells are being broken by feet
stepping up for children being taken from their families.
This is what cracks you, and reveals your yoke.
I am nauseated by my own virtue signaling.
As I write from my White house.
However many twitter characters you get on twitter is plenty, I’m speechless.
Growing up without a dad I often wondered, what ever happened to him?
Did he abandon me?
Or was it just policy?
Alex White is an artist in Colorado.
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