Tomorrow Would Be

 If today is Sunday then, tomorrow would be Monday. No...really it would. Wow is that ever existentially deep. Or what. Mostly what. Yeah I got nothing. Yesterday trump was in Arizona and given the wholesale collapse of reasonable Arizona sanity, nobody noticed. It used to be that California was full of lunatics, raving weirdos, and Mansonesque streetwalkers. Well they all mostly moved to Arizona. Having once lived in Arizona, I can assure any good reader that might happen along, steer clear of Arizona. You wouldn't be safe. Not from the heat, the fires, the lack of water, and the screwy fuckers packing guns. Yup. All the nuts left California to burn and moved to Arizona and brought all that California fire with them. You see, with with a fair segment of the left coast burning, well, all that freaking smoke wafts into Utah and quite specifically, the Wasatch Front. That's where I live mostly indoors these days on account of you can't breath due to all the wildfire smoke. It's dang thick too. Can't even see the Wasatch Front mountains. Or maybe and it's entirely possible that somebody crept in during the night and stole an entire Wasatch Mountain Range. You can't see the Wasatch Mountains and dang if'n that a doesn't just suck. Well and the lack of breathable oxygen. There isn't any. Damn that just sucks wind. Well if there were any wind. There's not. Just upper level smoke movement into my neighborhood. I'm thinking about suing California, Nevada, and Oregon. They should simply keep their dang smoke to themselves. I mean really... okay and moving on from the utterly ridiculous, it's time for the Sunday portion of machine art for lovers and friends. Well Sunday's machine art would be for friends IF I had any. Friends. Poor poor pitiful me.

tree-ish -

that's a big damn hole -

if you happen to live in a part of our world where there just happens to be breathable air, breath some for me. 😟