On a regular, I order the Taco Bell Build Your Own Luxe Box. I almost always get a Chalupa Supreme, a five layer burrito (easy on the beans), Fiesta potatoes, and a Baja Blast (upgrade to large). All this for six dollars and eighty-one cents. Meanwhile, tariffs go into effect. What tariffs? Nevermind on the tariffs. High tariffs! Beautiful tariffs destroying economies and people’s well-beings. Canada is pissed at us. Canada. The Department of Education is being dismantled. Concentration camps are being erected. Let’s get rid of the National Weather Service amidst the floods, tornadoes, hurricanes. Thrown into unbroken promise of no wars. Breaking News! BREAKING NEWS! B R E A K I N G N E WS! The sole of my working shoes have given out. Much like the soul of this constant chaos country. But a constant I can rely on? Is a greasy, cheesy, fried tortilla hug. From that sweet lavender bell. Inflation is inflating, but the Taco Bell Build Your Own Luxe Box remains six dollars and eighty-one cents.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed

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