My homeland had become scattered with misplaced neon distractions. The lawsuit figures, and hopeless, hairpiece ring leaders had festered a vacation colored circus "way of life" as if we were the freaks.
Mom came round doing her best to put things back to the way things were meant to be. She flushed the fret back into perspective.
There was rain. There were tidal waves. There were countless dumbfounded dip-shits. I refer not to those who stared the spiral dead in the eye. Those dumbfounded dipped of shit that is certain, for they were those entrusted to have Arizona Bay prepped and ready to receive the earth's own salt legionaires. I can only guess that is where the plan went sour. The dip shits never planned on mom chosing a different bay in which to blow the refuse.
