7.8.19

What the Thunder Said About Exemptions
Home again home again, jiggity-jig. No place like home said the little piggy all the way back to Kansas. The buffalo roam where the heart is, I did not leave it in San Fran.
Lebanon. Like visiting an unrequited love in the state hospital, just to make sure the right choice was made. Oh, it was but parts of my heart ache all the same.
Hoping against hope that one day, yes, one day. If only one day they'll invent a cure for chaos. Knowing that all the same, there is such a thing as natural law.
Natural law creates outcomes, buries the detritus alive in present perfect tenses and continuous infinitives. Natural law restores order and the meek shall, they shall no matter what, yes. They shall.

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