I am writing a short story about Trump sitting next to the Queen at a banquet.She has a few lead weights in her handbag just in case.Or maybe she’s wearing steel underpants with spikes.The tutor seems taken with it but am unsure if I can finish it.Is it wrong,,there’s something about his expression that seems to wound my heart and make it tremble?
We live in little bubbles and he’s not penetrated mine before.What will the progeny be?Lilith?
Well,people like a change, as Goebbels fatuously remarked before swallowing his cyanide capsules.They need a change.But to what? It’s bewildering my spouse greatly.That is true or I die.I might die anyway,if you can read between the signs.
Don’t forget, what is not here today might live tomorrow.
How my heart sings 
I am writing a short story about Trump sitting next to the Queen at a banquet.She has a few lead weights in her handbag just in case.Or maybe she’s wearing steel underpants with spikes.The tutor seems taken with it but am unsure if I can finish it.Is it wrong,,there’s something about his expression that seems to wound my heart and make it tremble?
We live in little bubbles and he’s not penetrated mine before.What will the progeny be?Lilith?
Well,people like a change, as Goebbels fatuously remarked before swallowing his cyanide capsules.They need a change.But to what? It’s bewildering my spouse greatly.That is true or I die.I might die anyway,if you can read between the signs.
Don’t forget, what is not here today might live tomorrow.