it's just election season

that special time when libertarians go crazy for some nutball

every day the heat builds

every day their fervor grows wilder and wilder

every day their eyes, milkier and milkier

the whole world buzzes and screams

their fantasy is turgid

throbbing

moist

at a pitch

its power ready to break the hymen of reality itself

they'll all pay

oh god it feels so good





then election day comes

their fever breaks and they subside

to be seen again when the stars are right



basically cicadas, annoying and noisy and messy but basically harmless.

pay it no mind