You approach my little settlement as splinters of wood fly from the log I’m splitting.
“Please, sir,” you plead. “You must come back and post.”
“No,” I reply as I wipe the salt from my forehead with a tattered handkerchief.
“I don’t do that anymore.”
You approach my little settlement as splinters of wood fly from the log I’m splitting.
“Please, sir,” you plead. “You must come back and post.”
“No,” I reply as I wipe the salt from my forehead with a tattered handkerchief.
“I don’t do that anymore.”
I think I sat on my couch with this exact expression through the credits
I think I sat on my couch with this exact expression through the credits
www.techtonicjustice.org/reports/ines...
this is a damning report
www.techtonicjustice.org/reports/ines...
this is a damning report
The horizon these people think I need to broaden:
The horizon these people think I need to broaden: