You do not know me. You could never live my life. You would not survive it. I wanted to scratch one big window lined with clawmarks. I wanted him out. You can’t have him. He’s mine. The States are not safe. I don’t give a fuck what you believe. I wanted him out. I got him out. My dime. My discretion. My heart. My ass.

He cannot live in the States. I will not have it. This country is the proverbial shit hole. Active shooter drills suck my big fat white dick.

What next, America. When do the executions start. Who gets the heads.

Our good citizens look the other way, look the other way, look the other way. America is a cunt. Flying and breathing that covid air has to stop. I am inside out with heart failure.

Americans have no idea what is coming. It’s on its way like a trainwreck. What have you people done.

Everything you touch turns to pious shit. And I’m the one who is Mister Krazy

The airport was crowded. Kiss me. Hug daddy. I can smell a civil war in my gut. In my gut. Get out if you can. It’s coming, and America gets what it so richly deserves. Go quietly. Then run like hell. This is not a drill. – Tim Barrus