Independence
When humans run from machine guns & famine, they morph into subspecies called refugees & aliens. They’re denied access, or caged & slapped by nations who flip pancakes for 24hrs & throw unsold sandwiches into trash bins. It’s amazing how silent the ticking clock is. Oh well. At least we finally know where Lebron’s going.
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