we’re going to the thrift store while my government drops bombs in syria.
i might look at the used books as we enter another middle eastern conflict.
it’s half off day as the press ramps up their estimation of ‘brave’ president fuckface.
i’ll say excuse me as the old lady with a full cart pushes past me in a narrow aisle of clothes, but neither of us will mention the fact that our country has recently started waging another war.
what was i supposed to get? i think, as i forget entirely about neil gorsuch.
i hope to find some record player speakers before a warhead lands on our soil.
we also need to find a shirt for me to wear on my wedding day, which will be 2 months in to another occupation without end.