Trapped In The Land Of Republican Barbers...
Is it just me, or does the fabric of reality feel like it's being held together by the slightest tug of gravity, ready to fly apart at any moment?
Just being in this time feels weird, non-ordinary, and soul-bending.
I don't even look like myself in the mirror.
Buzzy-spiky hair, like my head is infested with static.
See what twenty two dollars gets you, but it's with a smile.
No evil, just the best that's left, and a worldview that I can't fathom.
If it were up to me, no one would ever have to suffer.
But I 'm no god, not even a dimestore deity.
I'm just trapped in the land of Republican barbers, hoping my hair doesn't catch fire.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/07/2026