He would have tried to expand your anus.
He would have tried to expand your anus.
My Father never returned my calls about having dinner.
I never got too political with the guy, but when he asked me about my vaccination status, I was honest.
He taught me a lot, and I think I might be too much like him.
He taught me to question things. He taught me to ask questions. He taught me not to trust everyone, and not to jump off a cliff if everyone else does.
But in his Boomer wisdom, he always did trust newspapers, and he always did trust 'Modern Medicine'.
I guess he didn't want me to question everything, he just wanted me to question certain things.
Organized religion was always OK to question.
The Media was not. The media was above reproach. The New York Times was a factual record.
But he knows that I haven't taken q shot.
He didn't return any calls, or texts.
He has been double vaccinated and boosted.
And I am not sick.
My parents are divorced.
But my Mother sent me a message about how to get rapid Covid Testing.
Am I just going to be a transmission vector forever?
Maybe Thanksgiving is gone.
But I'm thankful you took the time to read this.
I'm Thankful I'm not alone in this mockery of sanity.
I'm Thankful you Exist.
Welcome.
Recline on one of our couches, upholstered in the finest silk we could have, imported from the Orient.
Take your pipe, filled with quality Afghan Poppy, and imbibe, while you listen to our house poets take you to transcendent realms with their words.
Should you feel so bold, feel free to pen a poem, or short story here, while you are under the beautiful duress of the midnight's oil.
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