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I GOT THE TDS

IT JUST GOT TEN FEET HIGHER

THIS ONE IS FOR ALL OF YOU OUT THERE WHO FIGHT THE POWER!

 

 

 

 

“HE FIGURED OUT HOW TO WIN BY LOSING THE ELECTION”

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“SO, WE’LL LIVE WITH FAKE NEWS, I HATE TO SAY IT, BUT WE HAVE NO CHOICE”

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FIGHT, FIGHT…

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“I fought one of Yacub’s crafty caucasoids”

‘A Fight’

-Apache

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The Handsome Devil

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I spend a lot of time pursuing my dreams*

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Art is the oven

within which

one bakes the delicious

cookies of the soul

 

©2017 Jack Horrorchild

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*All of which are half-remembered and make little sense

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UPDATE: I AM SAFE (FOR NOW)

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It has been two days since I heroically defied the oppressive dictatorship of Donald J. Trump. Most of you, due to fears for your own safety no doubt, have made absolutely no effort to support me in this, and so, alone, and I freely admit, afraid, I have had no choice but to seek refuge within a vacant house located somewhere within occupied America. For those few, if any, who are willing to, even for a moment, worry about me, when their own safety is hanging so precariously in the balance, I provide you the following photographs in order to reassure that the accommodations of my fugitive hideout are not without certain essential amenities..

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There is no furniture though a lamp on a timer is available if needed

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Showering facilities are available

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And, best of all, the attic space provides, if so desired, an authentic ‘hiding from the authorities’ atmosphere

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I’M NOT NORMALLY ONE TO BOAST, BUT…

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Yesterday, while you were, most likely, slaving for ‘THE MAN’, or desperately attempting to make sense of ‘IT ALL’ I was momentarily disturbed in my quiet contemplation upon the purple couch by the sound of the mail being delivered. Usually a disturbance such as this causes me to fly into an irrational state of outrage lashing out at anyone within earshot about a whole host of indecencies and inconveniences I have been subject to over the years. This time (strangely, I thought at first only to come to an understanding later that some of you may also eventually comprehend) my anger did not rise, and, as well, not even a disgruntled moan did pass my lips. Instead I headed calmly out the door and down the path to the mail box where I did retrieve that day’s delivery.

To say I was surprised would not nearly convey the feeling that did come over me upon my finding a very large white envelope within the confines of my mail box. In fact a whole series of what would most likely be called by you and your friends ’emotions’ washed over me. This was more frightening than you, or your friends, could ever possibly imagine, but, in the end, for me, after (violently) tearing open the envelope in order to discover what had caused me to feel things I had not for some time, if ever, felt, all those horrifying sensations were forgotten, and I, as you now have the opportunity to do, bathed in the glory of my newest keepsake.

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