There was a beginning and there will be an end. One way or the other. I was beginning to expect an ittibittybitty Band of Pirates you might have to kill. Master Pirate makes tequila shots for everyone. How hard could it be. It does not matter much if you blow his guts out and it cuts him in two, times ten to twenty times a day. Making rounds. None of this was legal. Gifts and delivery services in line at every warehouse on the West Coast. Idaho’s narrative were snakes’ tongues. Take the bodies to the Great Needles California Hole, and dump them in. Gasoline gone Vavavoom Voom. No one wanted to see the Great Hole but you will be dumped in there, too. Forever. We are bags of Forever Ever. It was only a matter of time. The heat was making people explode. There is no such thing as climate change. There was, however, a vast number of people who simply exploded nothing to be done. Clean it up, and going forward. The Authority tended to see us as Trouble Makers and Fucking Trouble Makers Put On Yer Red Shoes And Dance the Blues. Let’s fuck.