Mixed Treats

Mixed Treats Nuts, and berries, crazy people and sane, the definition not so much different... now as then. The flat Earth-ers discern things, that most believe are myth. The scientists tell us stuff, they have learned. Who is right? Who is wrong? The common denominator, giants that feast on the misery of the unsure. They are the titans of old. They have been released, and are let loose, upon us, both seen and unseen... in the dark. Celebrate the idea of indifference, in mock woke-ness to the truth, and soon we will all be on the roof, in a flood. The waters will be too deep, and full of debris to swim. Those that try will probably die. The evil woman in the house, (below) will never shut up again. That is why we have found ourselves here, and not there. Tomorrow, our future... by design. The past, the playground of the fire, burned books, and censored ideas. Now rewritten propaganda to chain the world down, into darkness, and despair. All of the things we thought we remembered, will be washed away if they succeed... into the desert of the open sea.