Lumber Lobby

Consider the got duped bias, most want to avoid looking taken, punked, or moronic.  Shame corrupts data.  Something about suckers, gullible suckers.  Been around since humans were humans, we've all been there.  Same thing with dogs, they keep going for the fake.

No looting this afternoon that I can see, all races are out and about, pigments of indescribable description, beautiful brilliancy all around.  No bonfires either.  Thankfully.  Wood's a bit high, the lumberjacks are raking.  Lumber lobby grease, no doubt.

Citronella burning.  Mosquito war.  Jokerman dancing to a nightingale tune, a waltz on the patio.  Spin.  Spin.