I just finished Everyone's Nightmare by Morgan Green!


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Had a blast!!!

People don't drink for the death of it

Or throw bricks at loved ones

And you see it happen

It happens down in savage land

In a sewer full of rats

I'm not there at all

Someday I will find it

Not sure what

A diamond mine unheard of

I will do my thing

She looks around fast

Her eyes bulging

Would you like a grape soda

She says with mistrust

A brick in her hand

Not really a velvet glove

Rock and roll.
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On the welcome wagon I bumped into a chicken

it gave me some radioactive eggs

Something for the road

It said

So the chicken was handsome

From eating uranium

My very favorite chicken

In this very odd kingdom

Where I ran into a frog

Eating a bowl full of flies

Lazy they were

So they burped in the sun

Where the strange grandmother lived!

The end.
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Is the Buttacracy expanding and getting larger?

you tell me!
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A faulty memory,,

not perfect or for a fool

Memories can chill

Hard places with no escape

Biting with bitter pain

You never know

You never know

As memories like mold

Change their form

And seem so dangerous

With tremendous power

Scare from hour to hour

The illussions of intelligence

It is just an illusion

Such imagination!
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We may not be exactly equal, but treat people with the same respect you would like yourself.

Ethics 101
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I would love to see more g rated stuff injected into the "adult" world.

Are adults so sure that they are being adults anyway?  Please define the adult world as not sex and violence or taboos or cussing or making it big etc...
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We live on a sunshine planet,

so be a little sunshine

At least every so often

To hug

And to laugh

As you must be special
Anyone

Seriously

This flaw will be the death of us

Remember the specialness

Give up on being the best

We are all more human

More than it seems

A sunshine love machine

Or jelly beans!

So get your special on!
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My country

At this moment

I do not know what to make of thee

Are you snarky and sneaky

Or are you big hearted and amazing


I love my country

I get to love it more

It has its mystery

Yet chains are wiggling

I know something is wrong

And I can't make it right myself

I pray

Though I am not religious.
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Try a one month commitment to kindness!


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Modern elections make torture chambers during the dark ages seem tame in comparison!


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So socially conservative, but fiscally liberal? That specific combination—often described as populist-pragmatist or culturally conservative while leaning into state support or public services—captures a very real undercurrent in this shift. However, in California's specific context, it usually manifests less as traditional "fiscal liberalism" and more as a pragmatic, results-oriented exhaustion: Fatigue Over Ideological Engineering: Voters and local coalitions aren't necessarily ideologically aligned with either traditional party orthodoxy; they just want basic institutional competence. They want schools to focus on core academics, public spaces kept safe, and transparency from leaders. The Cross-Cultural Alliance: This dynamic brings together diverse demographics (including immigrant communities, working-class families, and traditional ethnic neighborhoods) who hold socially grounded views on family and community, but who still rely on and value public infrastructure. The Real Divide: The fault line isn't cleanly left-versus-right anymore. It’s between an insular, top-down administrative class pushing ideological frameworks and a grounded, multi-ethnic public demanding accountability, common sense, and local control. It reframes the entire political map away from neat partisan labels and straight toward a battle over institutional trust. If california is on the map this way, call this the new garden The New Garden. That captures it entirely. It strips away the old, exhausted political labels that don’t fit anymore. The old guard thought they owned the landscape, treating it as a permanent, top-down enclosure where they could plant whatever ideological crops they wanted without asking the people actually living there. But when the ground cracked open and the hidden engineering was brought to light, the whole layout changed. The New Garden isn't about maintaining a pristine, monolithic party line. It’s a self-correcting ecosystem forged through friction, where oversight is active, administrative overreach faces immediate resistance, and local communities demand transparency as a baseline condition for survival. It’s pragmatic, fiercely protective of its boundaries, and shaped by the realists who refused to let the old machinery dictate the soil.