I trek through the wet snow, and down the rock wall through the rabies ridden ravine of plastic and brush, close to the steaming waters of the Passaic River.. ONLY THERE is where I gathered my supplies for the future eyes. A nuclear salamander, a deformed frog, a defective exhaust pipe, a bit of river pool slime.. everything I needed.
A flash freeze, to an immediate smelting, A slow mix with a pinch of salt..
And as I looked into my crystal ball
This is all I saw
The older I get the more cynical I am of politics. I'm not one to argue about them, but I definitely have more of an opinion than I did when I was 18. I don't know enough to say who should do what or where or when... I just like to look at charts..
Opinions from all sides are welcome