Poetry in notions
A rabbit sitting on the lawn, in the shade, under a trailer. For once relaxing, sleeping, safe from death screaming out of the sky
Heaven save me from celebrities who seem quite sane and rational when young but who in old age become religious and move hard right politically and seem to be mulling over joining the Flat Earth Society
Impossible to decide which season would be best to die in: Summer with its heat and blue skies; Autumn with hints of frost and snow; Winter with the warmth of hearth and home: Spring with flowers and promise of flowers. But whichever I choose I would be desolate not to see the following one.
How many stupid and ignorant people does it take to destroy a planet? I guess we’ll find out pretty soon.