Hey, someone spent a lot of time printing those big ass banners and draping them over the tall buildings.

I don’t think things are unclear to them. I just wish the orangeness good lu…good locks.

Remember what happened to George? He got the aquarelle going. That’s what happens after they do us all wrong. They get to painting and playing nice. But this time seems different. I’m going to get my popcorn ready. It’s either gonna be good eating, or I’m gonna look awesome after my turn in the public sauna furnaces. But maybe one day I’ll have a page in the history books like the Hiroshima guy who’s shadow remained on a staircase or the walls in the gas chambers in Germany.

We have no freedom to express our feelings anymore, but you guys know.