“Dare Enter The Day” By @OrraObserves —————————— Every tick, today’s pick Each breath just a promise I envy the warm hearts steady beats The ones that still dare enter the day Beating, bleeding, breathing Grasping, gasping, going We really out here, hearts half-broken Half-hoping, holding on through the hurting Learning the slow art of returning Each dawn a daring pick Each breath a fragile vow Envy fading into endurance We enter the day anyhow Still showing, still sowing, still growing Still grateful for the glow That lights these dark spring days Another faint light in the dimmest of hours Dare enter the day! Lift your broken beat and stay Dare enter the day! We’re still here, half-hoping anyway Dare enter the day! Through the hurting, through the gray We dare, we dare, we dare enter the day Half-broken… half-hoping… Still holding on… Dare… enter… Dare enter the day! Lift your broken beat and stay! Dare enter the day! We’re still here… half-hoping anyway! Dare enter the day! Through the hurting… through the gray… We dare… we dare… we dare enter the day!

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The crutch dependence of despots and inspiring dictators. Useful idiots.

The only REAL answer

You can’t in one hand have rights to have a firearm and NOT be able to MAKE a firearm.

Happy Flag Day! 🇺🇸 I love my country and flag. I served my country and flag for nearly a decade - and it taught me the STARK difference between country and government. 🫡🇺🇸

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Imagine hating us and we're just over here smoking brisket

Lethargic this evening. Everything is just so bland. A overhanging of “what the hell does it matter” is in the air. It’s stupid, I hate these times. Some imbalance deep within? I’m not lacking in a cause or a goal. Despite being effectively retired; I’m quite busy. But I just-

Humor heals all

Thank Heavens it's not cash. If it were, he might flood the economy with bills, devaluing the currency. You know, like the government did. 🤨

Isaac’s anaconda

There is SOOO much corruption in the state!

The U.S. dollar is fake and gay.

Late night poem from a mind not yet ready to sleep: “What I wrought” ————————— By @OrraObserves Don’t you know? To train to kill is to train to die. Stuck short of suicide Who is the real foe? Rigor mortis of the brain, Stuck on insane. I thought I was bold, But it was madness taking hold. You knew what it meant “thou” Not killing, murder, finesse Feign ignorance now, Later Beg for forgiveness. You hated the weak, The ones short of heart. It’s not so hard, That’s what you said. Stood tall above it all, Told fate you’re the boss. Laughed at the close ones. What could go wrong? Now the dead scream, Sleep a lie, What did you mean? Soldiers don’t cry.

Orange cats; wow

Soon Facebook will have stupid posts of “what would you do with that money!?”

Discussing the new “ballroom”. “Now witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational battle station."