Garden of Voiceless Screams

No matter who you work for, whether it be God or serpent, man or woman…. politician or amoeba, it’s hard to not feel like you’ve got your head in a blender when all you can see in the world swirling around you is a slurry of blood and bones. The moment can’t be allowed to pass without speaking up, or at the very least bringing light to it, so that at least we can die laughing as the world goes down in oil and flames.

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