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Tuesday, August 18, 2026

(2026) Flipped, Dipped and Ripped.

What of these days where short are the Suns rays?
Of these things we speak, of the strong, of the meek.
Hoodies in the summers blistering heat, little girls on video fighting in the streets.
People fighting over politics, politicians playing Jedi mind tricks.
So many claiming intelligence as the story bends, a savage soliloquy as a man's life nears it's end.
Poisonous is the air we breathe, poisoned are the seas.
2026 and reason seems to have fled, humanity putting two to its pleading head.
AI slowly changing the way these things are seen, so many focused on phone screens.
Technology watching the patterns and learning, whole city blocks in war torn cities burning.
Oh, look at the cute puppies on the evening news, let's not talk about the guns we done let into the schools, let's not talk about the fact that they gave children the rule.
The night grows longer these days, it seems as if someone is actively working to extinguish the Suns rays.
These days... These days.

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