governor slays dealers

True to his pledge to publicly execute persons harming Mainers, the state's governor, Paul Le Page, today beheaded two (2) executives of a leader sugar corporation as well as two (2) convenience store owners. “These sick – and now, thankfully, dead – people conspired to advertise and sell products packed with toxic levels of their addictive substance to children,” the governor said whilst standing in fresh, pooling blood. “Hooked, those children continued to consume 'White White' until they reached adulthood, when the substance commonly known as sugar overwhelmed their kidneys, which failed. Despite the best treatment available here in our great northern state, fine Mainers succumbed to the damage wrought upon them by the uncaring and solely profit-oriented importers of deadly, addictive, and highly-processed saccharose.” The governor's aides have issued threats against the importers and distributors of alcohol and cigarettes as well as the manufacturers of firearms, and knives. “Let this be a warning to anyone who dares distribute potentially dangerous items to the good people of my beloved Maine,” Le Page said, sweeping his arm over the cooling bodies piled at his feet. “We will not rest until anyone who offers for sale things that might harm us is six feet under.”

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into something new

The rock in its crevasse the bird in its tree are there for a reason quite unknown to me. I can't see its outline can't grasp lasso noose the deep underlying immutable truth that lies at the heart of this world I live in that's been there before it did even begin. Its contours are shady its net spans the sky it lives in the twinkle loosed from a child's eye it sounds in all barking and every squeak and though it's Unknowable it's far from weak. To miss it's a tragedy words cannot measure and it does care neither for pain nor for pleasure but only for balance which always comes back which sits at the center not white and not black. To hold to it I must learn to let all things go and act without acting and like water flow and stick to what lies at the core of my Self and care not for honor or disgrace or wealth. I praise it in all things both tiny and large am learning to let go and put it in charge to bask in the frailty of this mortal coil and work to keep living when it's turned to soil. To do this I polish the swastika there in its 3rd position its bright golden lair and mete out its power when the time is right and squint not at daylight nor stumble at night. This is not a lie it is what's true for me I post in this space for all man to see then turn back to doing what I love to do – to re-purpose rubbish into something new.

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those rickety heaps

The left one is winning the right one is not and he now knew less than he might have forgot. His hands they were shaking his heart it was cold and bitter from long years of stories he'd told himself and to others about his low worth about such abuse as he'd suffered from birth. He knew not a way out not where he'd soon be or whether he should let his closest friends see the anguish and suffering buried below that had held him back and made his progress slow. Then one day he woke up and had had enough and finally turned 'round to face his past stuff and finally gave up his grasp on his grief those rickety heaps of it those well-stacked sheafs. It wouldn't be easy to stare it all down but he knew if he dug in and stood his ground he'd step from the shadows of what had once been and allow the healing to start and begin.

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