I am playing hookey from work. Basically, they are going to fire more people due to the Obama malaise but I am going to retire so it won't impact me (and the "boss" is on vacation because he knows he is going to get fired and the CEO left last year since he doesn't want to participate in firing people, "f u" to it all. A nice Chinese-American lady who was a tech genius and who was let go before Christmas just fell over dead, I got the email yesterday from her husband, two months later dead.
Everyone is falling over dead.
I am now in the "jungle", deep down scrub oak trails of a reservoir-park. Wild animals such as screaming scrub jays and squirrels are everywhere, as well as Canada Goose threatening to attack. I am careful for deer ticks, and there are baby deers so that means mother deer but they are not attackers like the goosers.
I am now putting stones on top of each other pyramid style, bigger, then big ob top, middle on top of that, littler next, small, very small, as a "shrine" of good luck for Trump tomorrow in New Hampshire for our economy and casinos in Puerto Rico and stuff.
Now I head further into the jungle. I have a white handled 3.5 inch pocket knife in my "pocket watch" pocket of my black dyed jeans. I am ready for any savages. I am wearing rose colored sunglasses. As normal. It means both happy day roses of light beams as well as blood of the enemy. I see a raptor in the tree, I salute the raptor, carry on.
Carry on. Deeper into the spooky woods. Hail Caesar. Hail Trump. Hail the mercenary soldiers of fortune. Treasures await our booty.
My battery of my smartphone is at 32%. Time to head back to the forts of distant Dodge City and then the Metrogopolous. Robots await my orders. A magic compass in hand is my third eye.
Everyone is falling over dead.
I am now in the "jungle", deep down scrub oak trails of a reservoir-park. Wild animals such as screaming scrub jays and squirrels are everywhere, as well as Canada Goose threatening to attack. I am careful for deer ticks, and there are baby deers so that means mother deer but they are not attackers like the goosers.
I am now putting stones on top of each other pyramid style, bigger, then big ob top, middle on top of that, littler next, small, very small, as a "shrine" of good luck for Trump tomorrow in New Hampshire for our economy and casinos in Puerto Rico and stuff.
Now I head further into the jungle. I have a white handled 3.5 inch pocket knife in my "pocket watch" pocket of my black dyed jeans. I am ready for any savages. I am wearing rose colored sunglasses. As normal. It means both happy day roses of light beams as well as blood of the enemy. I see a raptor in the tree, I salute the raptor, carry on.
Carry on. Deeper into the spooky woods. Hail Caesar. Hail Trump. Hail the mercenary soldiers of fortune. Treasures await our booty.
My battery of my smartphone is at 32%. Time to head back to the forts of distant Dodge City and then the Metrogopolous. Robots await my orders. A magic compass in hand is my third eye.
