“I shall wear my glassfloor breaking HillaryBubble Suit as I insanely exceed my namesake Sir Edmund Hillary’s conquest of Mount Everest by becoming the first woman to reach the summit … and stay there.”
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My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Gerard Van der Leun
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I won’t be surprised to turn on the telescreen someday and see a report about Hillary Clinton mysteriously exploding. Maybe because she got too close to an RF source or something.
“It happens sometimes. People just explode. Natural causes.”
One trip, topple and resultant bounce with that bubble wrap suit will result in an epic head injury. Guess she got the idea after falling during her bubble bath. Eureka!!! And no Hillary, Melania is not impressed.
Hee hee. Forgot the helmet. Not that there’s anything left to save up there.
For real?
…and always, Humma’s grimacing rictus and Mail Pouch dip lower lip. Her iPhone-clutching claw. It’s always nauseating…
And it is MURCEK for the win with: “Mail Pouch dip lower lip.”