this morning #383.

this morning, heaving hunks of junk slammed into the concrete walls of the warehouse & he was at a complete loss about how to make the pounding stop. it was his own fault, really. if he hadn’t built his magical magnet machine & then accidentally turned it on without securing his safety belt, he wouldn’t be in this mess, ten yards away from the off switch & holding on for dear life. his plan to single-handedly tear down each & every bronze confederate statue across this racist city right in time for independence day was now in serious jeopardy. when the police cars & fire trucks arrived & determined what was going on, they simply cut the power. white power would live to see another day.