Smoke.
- Francois Woody
- Jan 28, 2016
- 1 min read
Darkness covers God's creation like a blanket of thick, black smoke. Humanity heads inexorably down the railroad tracks like a greased porcine escape artist. Commotion, turmoil, and confusion seem to reign. Without this current pain there is no future gain. Move your money, raise your stakes. Organize. prioritize, realize, don't rationalize. Onward and forward. Now is not the time to quit. Wring the neck until you're through with it.





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