
Dear Libertarians, Republicrats, and NeoLiberal fascists...
If a small child were to process the words of hate that you cloak in humor and pride
than you win.
Our Universe expands and contracts like tides on a beach while we hunger, sense, sleep, search; Exchanging Symbols on a hunk of blue shining bright through the cosmos from water, air and sun but named Earth for the dirt we cling to... while waves wash worlds.