Catching My Breath

Posted on September 26, 2016 by John Swinburn

The oxygen is gone from the air. I am inhaling the vapors of scorched sensibilities and charred civility. A poor excuse for a man is dousing rocket fuel accelerant on every shred of decent society, and then spraying the world with a flamethrower. Would that I could witness him drink a goblet of fluorosulfuric acid and an ice-water chaser.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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