And wise, waning words,: And wise, waning words, collapsing worlds of inheritance, spewed upon the platter like a little chimney ghoul cries dying in this my father's fireplace...need to free these ghosts...
I really enjoyed this piece,: I really enjoyed this piece, Pursia! It reads like a fever‑dream cabaret where chance, desire, and identity all blur together. The jester felt to me like both a trickster and a mirror, showing how easily we gamble with parts of ourselves without realizing it. That final image of holding only an “empty ticket” really stuck with me, hauntingly, but beautifully done. Thanks for sharing such a vivid, unsettling vision.
well.....: He told his first wife he thought he was Hitler, is declaring war on venezuala, and is spending a shit ton of money on a ballroom he is destroying the white house to build. With that money he could house the homeless, feed the poor, and actually help make the country great. He also opened his own version of a concentration camp and sold merch for it. If any other president did what he is is doing they would never get away with it. Just saying. He has also publically said he doesn't care about the unity of the country meaning he likes us divided and fighting.