The Great Wake 92: Avatar Confusion

 

Shame has no rules, some avoid it, some ignore it, some embrace it.  The asses are showing up all over.  T-shirt worries, avatar confusion, something to protest.  Goldfish in a bowl, tadpoles in a withering puddle, flies on fly paper.  Marking time.

Nights must be scary for a hostage, knowing they will wake up to their same reality.  Probably not sleeping much.  The leaders of the captors are eating a breakfast buffet this morning.  They got some decent sleep, it was quiet in Qatar.  In America, the justification rallies continue, it's a sad, and mad, scene.

Maybe they'll get some bread and water today, but maybe not.  Still wonder if that Mayor of London asked about them, he seemed to know some people who might know some people who might know.  All the politicians and intelligence agencies and think tanks and holy folks don't seem to know much.  They still give speeches, though, for some reason.  Hope they get some sunlight today.