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Ashen faced Prometheus aghast at inferno gone awry

Ashen faced Prometheus aghast at inferno gone awry Whether arsonist at fault or confluence of ripe conditions triggering perfect firestorm, the titan of fire beside himself with misery, though no fault of his own the raging bullish conflagration a taste of inescapable hell synonymous with the outer limits of the twilight zone, where mercurial Venusians ply their devil may care attitude with pitchforks stabbing the sheltering sky mortifying for those residents (even firm believers in a loving divine presence), especially those individuals now living asocial in the ruins amidst (in oh my gosh) once posh Los Angeles neighborhoods! Though a skeptic at heart, I cannot help but wonder “What Hath God Wrought which text first, original phrase that Samuel Morse typed in his newly invented single-wire telegraph in the 1930. Faith no more does severely test (and strain the limits of credulity) regarding doubting Thomas paradigm positing the question (for those who do believe) why whims oven omniscient deity, would unleash unrelenting punishment poorly justifying the pithy remark Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God purportedly flourish aplenty within the human league, particularly where ultra rich banded together and (possibly because of obeisance to their wealth) therefore fixation to acquire trappings of splendour must be forced to atone for their collective miscreants and become like the indigent no matter that wealth justifiably earned saith those now rendered destitute, and reduced to panhandle. Fat or slim chance, but just maybe more attention will be paid to those accursed with a lifetime of misery and hardship, thru no fault of their own. Impossible mission to create Utopia if only because each person endowed with inherent abilities and/or being gifted housing latent advantageous qualities of body, mind, or spirit, (whether identified at an early age, or discovered visa vis later in life) allowing, enabling, and providing them better yet, perhaps hypothetical person born that way as a polymath (or a poker face, yet get smart to play dumb), but nevertheless exploit innate mental, physical or spiritual endowments with honest to goodness sweat of brow modus operandi to experience successfully (what envious others may chide as them living the life of Riley) comfortably numb judged as free and clear lifestyle against deprivations with difficulty, yet without deliberateness flaunting obvious plentitude, perhaps erring by hosting gala events paying deference towards billionaires all the while downplaying amassing trophies of capitalism but never missing a beat to accentuate compulsion toward keeping up with the Joneses for all the webbed wide world to see oozing pretentiousness grafted upon struggling origin as humble and poor member of bourgeoisie economic strata. Impossible mission for full fledged capitulation of monied class subsequently as faux proletariat, would be laughable drama considering those capital assets went up in smoke (understandable and definitely hard hit would be victims without homeowners insurance), and lacking that secret stash of money hidden under a mattress or deep underground beneath generations old palm tree but the luckier ones could access offshore accounts no doubt bulging with available super duper funds. Upon glancing at the headlines I espied an unusual communiqué crediting Poseidon with helping ease the lack of adequate water substantiated by Department of Water and Power acknowledged that Pacific Palisades reservoir offline closed for structural repairs, plus confirmation that by 3 a.m. Wednesday January 9th, 2025 (of course) all three tanks, (which hold one million gallons each) went dry. Out of the blue and into the black of darkened skies courtesy explosion from incendiary material an immense humongous cloud saturated a bajillion percent with moisture (spanning across the entire horizon from all points of the compass north, south, east, and west) Poseidon came forth to the rescue not quite in the nick of time, nevertheless a heavy downpour, (a record amount of rain deluged the area) larger than the size of Rhode Island immediately pooling into waist then tens of feet of high water within minutes, where analogous to a Biblical flood, thus you can bet your bottom dollar aforementioned statement originated from a reliable source. Matthew Scott Harris could not contacted for further questioning hence sometimes we need to believe in a higher power!

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