That Ain't Racing

The weight of wasted breaths will smother us; if coal doesn't first. Hope the next down to five hundred and back up to mystery have some treebots to char. 9/10 Chinese agree, they the shit; uh all money is imperialist, and bread is bread unless it's sawdust. Grass soup; stones are for stoning, only, churches for shooting, bombs for crowds; where I'm going? Into the traffic, of those looking for bucolic escape in rows of gawking cars, flashing out; look, an elk. From the humidity to radon the cold to two seasons, we're the worst invasive species; pride only dies in the graves, even if what it's wrought is worse than a whole lot of the million possibilities; pick a number. Yes, I know, you'll be having, the destruction, and a cheeky vin.