Freezer pops, an odd flavor, margarita or pina colada or something, trance-parent and all. I put it down to a fluke of science, an "up yours" to nature and a sort of befuddlement of flavors, chemists in a lab, "designing food". But as such, we had the hay day of the tv dinner, with our better living through chemistry, and vaping was so promising, but is there another frontier?
Coconut, Gin and Salt.
Pasta break.
"Ass stove up." Too much pasta, the amount of sheer empty carbohydrate in the diet causing constant anal seepage.
V8 juice(the classic kind), Worchestershire, vodka.
Years of huffing magic markers finally catch up with some of us, those that lack that graceful "jump on the grenade" unction of a Paul Ryan, and yet others evaporate like bathroom smells disappearing into a cabbage order.
"A basket of currencies", "a basket of deplorables" and a "baggie filled with disposable communistas", as it were, taught all, implored not to be energetic citizens of a nation filled with voice, but despicable activists destined for blurbs on the news programs: a profound misunderstanding of citizenship, mayhap, that everyone gets a say, and not just the "triggered" or whatever.
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