I am starting to feel strange. Real fucking crazy strange. Like my neighbors are zombies strange. Like up is down, right is left, dog is cat… I have great northern beans on the stove, simmering with chipotle, puya and arbol chiles. A chicken is roasting in the oven. In a couple hours I’ll make fresh corn tortillas, brown rice, and an enchillada sauce which will complete my volunteer poverty dinner plan for the evening. Rose will come home, kick off her snow boots and brace herself for the “why” cascade pouring out her husband’s mouth. Nothing new here. Just a genocide in real time. It’s cold. It’s January. What is the “it” in “
Hashtag Genocide
Hashtag Genocide
Hashtag Genocide
I am starting to feel strange. Real fucking crazy strange. Like my neighbors are zombies strange. Like up is down, right is left, dog is cat… I have great northern beans on the stove, simmering with chipotle, puya and arbol chiles. A chicken is roasting in the oven. In a couple hours I’ll make fresh corn tortillas, brown rice, and an enchillada sauce which will complete my volunteer poverty dinner plan for the evening. Rose will come home, kick off her snow boots and brace herself for the “why” cascade pouring out her husband’s mouth. Nothing new here. Just a genocide in real time. It’s cold. It’s January. What is the “it” in “