The traitor’s bags are packed.
Gyoza, tofu tempura, veggie soup, fried cricket. Democracy progresses on almost everything, available now.

$1.5 trillion added to our deficits. A structuralist’s daydreams centralize.

Federalism & the dignity of work slide down between national gratitude & liens. (The financial pacs industry isn’t (just) kidding.) Nothing personal, this is the sustained concussion version of indenture as citizenship... I also give a lot of thought about what’s unavailable, a big cabin in the launch for recondite sentiments, boinks of whinnying for pleasure.

Or I cry when I know you love me. Same thing.

When I get to work I credit everything from the atmosphere, the engine with its own message.