today is a day for weird shit. it is a given that our world is filled to overflowing with weird shit. plagues, political plagues, pious bullshit, weird pious bullshit, regret, dreams of regret, weird shit regrettable dreams, and all things trump. trump is out on his golf course and there's not so much weird about that. just a fact. trump is trying to convince the first nine holes played that he really didn't lose the election. that could be considered as psychiatrically weird shit. and that about sums up trump. experimental machine art and stuff.
at the table -
glimmers of hope -
tomorrow is the very last day of November 2020. we won't be seeing anymore of that again. ever.
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