SIDEBAR

Puff ‘n Stuff

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Jun 12 2019

All the stuff is in the way. All of us have to determine what to keep and what to throw away. It’s all the stuff adding to the puff. Is anyone at ease when voluntarily arrested with the golden cuffs of a choice company. Lights and shadows hang over the rough concrete. Flights take off over the coast. Turbofans reverberate like military rockets over protected blue butterfly dunes.

Citizen Same is a shut-eye mummy inside a snow cap comforter. Politicians post yummies in their tummies, but their satisfaction is nothing bigger than homeless figures. View the expanse of majestic lights over the tranquil bluffs. There is a day when enough is enough. A sour sound with pink salt shattered like glass. 

It is written before the blue tech check and the public figures knew. Its beat is minimal and tribal, persistent through the ages and reliable without malice. “Because the poor are plundered, because the needy groan, I will now arise,” says the Lord; “I will place him in the safety for which he longs.”