Purposeless Matter Hovers in the Dark

If I was a gambler I would bet that Dump will NOT drop - and if he orders the military to drop a nuke they will drop a nuke - a nuke on Iran at eight eastern daylight tonight, but I would take take a flyer on they-meant-to-but-dropped-it-on-Istanbul-by-mistake at +2500

Reminder: Dump is the idiot savant of blunt, he's a shitlord weapon, this would not be happening without their sanction, and he's not who those in Club Shitlord, omerta-sworn and blackmailed-loyal, are scared of

My dying during eye surgery this Thursday in the nuclear retaliatory attacks against shitlords' nuclear bombing of Iran would appropriately complete the Slothrop metaphor of my life's trajectory mirroring the United States of Assholes'

Speaking of which, back afterward, eye hope to, um, see you soon, but if not...

We are ruled by motherfucking sociopaths
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I. Hate. Motherfucking. Democrats.
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We are ruled by motherfucking sociopaths
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We are ruled by motherfucking sociopaths
I. Hate. Motherfucking. Democrats.
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We are ruled by motherfucking sociopaths
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THE ANNIHILATION OF NOTHING

Thom Gunn

Nothing remained: Nothing, the wanton name

That nightly I rehearsed till led away

To a dark sleep, or sleep that held one dream.

In this a huge contagious absence lay,

More space than space, over the cloud and slime,

Defined but by the encroachments of its sway.

Stripped to indifference at the turns of time,

Whose end I knew, I woke without desire,

And welcomed zero as a paradigm.

But now it breaks—images burst with fire

Into the quiet sphere where I have bided,

Showing the landscape holding yet entire:

The power that I envisaged, that presided

Ultimate in its abstract devastations,

Is merely change, the atoms it divided

Complete, in ignorance, new combinations.

Only an infinite finitude I see

In those peculiar lovely variations.

It is despair that nothing cannot be

Flares in the mind and leaves a smoky mark

Of dread.

               Look upward. Neither firm nor free,

Purposeless matter hovers in the dark.