Come June, it may be, Plan A or Plan B. A Plan A, status quo, if 99% sleep in. Alternatively, a Plan B, epiphany, if President Don becomes, magically,
transcendental. Miraculous, maybe. Plan A is what the cabal, of the 1%, pray for. 99% tho, favor, Plan B.
Sarcasm hints at Don’s anger; at having been had by Kim. Two summits down; a third in the works; still, his nimble round lover dances circles, around him.
The Don is jealous! Vlad, on his way to summit with Xi in Beijing, is summiting, first, with The Kim.
On his way to summit with Xi in Beijing, Vladimir, first, is summiting, with The Kim. Don is angry at having been had by The Kim. Two summits down; a third
in the works, his nimble round lover dancing circles, around him. One of many for Kim … the third.
One of many for Kim, the third. On his way to summit with Xi in Beijing, Vlad first is summiting with The Kim. Don is angry at Kim. Having been had by Kim.
Two summits down. A third, in the works; as a round dancer nimble, twirls in circles … about him.
The twirling dancer and the orange dancer, twirled about know not that twirling near constantly beneath them twirls, whether they consciously twirl,
or not, Urantia. It needs them not. Yet they twirl. And hotten. Two summits down. A third in winds, twirls.
Twirling near constantly beneath them, Urantia. She twirls beneath them whether they consciously also twirl, or not. She needs them
not. She was doing just fine. In space. In time. Now ye. And your unholy paradigm. She’s getting hotter and hotter for them.