The Great Horned Owl, with a camera brain, circled above the Palace. The Cypress fence is in distress. One sapling is dead and the others don't look good. Great Horned Owl took another shit. The package landed right on another stupid fucking cypress sapling.
I think it's going to die.
Now that August is upon us, the lawn at the Palace ain't lookin' too good either. And why should it? Months of not mowing, allowing the grass to seed and what happens once an annual is allowed to seed? It dies.
No need to mow now, the weeds have infested the land at the Palace gates. Sturdy, hardy weeds that could grow on Mars.
Daddy is in a pissy mood. He goes out early to tend to the weeds and the dead trees. He commands them to spring to life. But they don't. Instead, a branch breaks or a weed sprouts and spreads. Daddy comes from the land of rocks, IED'S and really smelly people. I mean they glisten with sweat in the Holy Land. The land of the gods. Yes indeed, the god factory. They sprout rocks and gods and all the other shitty things on this planet.
Great Horned Owl is circling, his camera for a brain scans the target and fires.
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