dis – ease…

Eye Past eyE

You pack a wallop, my man. In these days of monster hurricanes and unexplained pandemics what you bring to life is… well, death.

You bring a rain of misfortune, disease, and death.

Why am I so tired of this? It’s all the same everyday. You’ve become such a one note player.

Dis — ease and constant darkness punctuated by torrential rains, wildfires, droughts, straight winds, extinctions, melting polar caps, and zoonotic pandemics.

What are you bored, man? If I believed in you…

I’d kill you every day like clockwork, first thing in the morning, just to make my day bearable.

Come, come, and spread your darkness over us. You’ve already done this.

Look at this. Look! You can’t do worse…

“I think one of the best aspects of America is also one of its limitations: freedom to a fault. The insistence on doing it my way without thinking about the collective. False statements of patriotism mean nothing to me, but sacrificing for the greater good means a great deal. There has been a total lack of leadership, by a dangerous man. It’s the perfect storm.”

— Jhumpa Lahiri / “In Conversation”

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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