Take notes. I have been in 13 hurricanes all over the world. Helene was the worst I have never seen, let alone lived through. Andrew was bad. Really bad. Mitch blew my house away. Climate change does not recognize the Felon's omnipotent and unforgiving power. You loose everything in a hurricane, too bad. Body parts in trees and now prepare for the intense heat waves that follows a hurricane. I drive a dirt bike. Long lines of cars mean nothing to me. I go around. I can only describe rubble and ruin in my books. You sleep in Walmart parking lots. I borrowed a hoop tent. Fold it up in ten seconds. Your life is now a Walmart toilet.
Stray toddlers running in and out of the public bathroom. This is what is called public health. This is why there is public health. This is not a luxury. But the rich know we can be jerked around. Through the noise. Through famine.
Just put a ring in my dick and lead me. I am not writing this. My second self is writing it. More like riding it. The royal bidding. How about the military defending us. They do the royal bidding, too. At all costs, protect the king his sperm is sacred. Ask anybody.
The hoop tent was not a castle.
Show me the toddler who is really toilet-trained. They are not dogs. Yes, they are. Sleeping in the car with your entire family is public health.I found a cottage in the woods. I am tempting fate again. Only the tourist street got cleaned up fast. Desperately. What if tourism takes a hit. I mask and wave goodbye. I want a chocolate on my pillow, too. I'm sitting in rubble and death. All the glass and wires dancing like the whiplash of the authority of the climate, and you have deliberately unleashed, the rich titans who abuse us and us us, and this is slavery just like it’s slavery because slavery is the issue that guts you like a fish.
For three months, I have seen no sign of anything or anyone. Authority took a walk. There was no one to help us but us. Post-hurricane will only see pretty. You will not see the death and devastation. It's a layer of cheap paint. Numb. It snowed. No laundry. The homeless sit on curbs. The house you were going to die in is invisible. Those are the walls caving in on you. The walls will collapse, and so will you. Dirt Bike Lay of the Land. Grim. No phone. No comments. No clothes. There were shelters. Mountain People. My mates, deer hunting. I would invite the Felon to help us clear these trees and smells. Foreign policy is easy.