Big Oil the kid at the birthday party who smashed the cake with a stubborn fist, cause he didn’t get enough. Environmentalists nerds studying ants with magnifying glasses radical methods to peaceful madness.
Meanwhile webbed chains splash like tired confetti light steeps a seeping cast, sun-blind eyes fret liquid darkness, shadows whisper poison.
a necessary evil, when fingers of ink strangle ice puzzles? we say it was *not intentional but selfish risks under laser lights for sonic boomers that will soon die, leave a deaf horizon.