I imagine Trump Sitting alone in his room. Trying to log in To his suspended Twitter account, asking “why Do bad things happen To good
If my trauma response could speak, what would it say?It would say , “it’s not going to get better. It’s only going to get worse.
Sixteen hooves clatteredToward Pennsylvania Ave.,Sixteen hundred. Pale Rider approached theGolden king of fire, whoBowed his head and knelt. Weeping and gnashingHis teeth, he cried “at
Invincible You believe yourself, become Most vulnerable.
He always wanted Something worth dying for. But He was alive, in Spite of himself. He Wondered if the French Foreign Legion would take him.
Step right up and test Your luck. Can your rock hit the Bull’s-eye? No pressure. If you’re the winner, You get to dunk the sinner!