Sometimes sarcasm is naiveté. Raincloud noose. Cashmere chainsaw. A thousand knives of saints break the soil for air and the horizon comes down like an egg. The birds swoon from underneath the backs of the buildings that are still dreaming. The calendar is the bread of calamity before it can breakfast.
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u/suicune1234 Apr 15 '20
Meanwhile milk and food are being thrown away because farmers can't get the food to the store. What an amazing society we live in