this morning #548.

this morning, through hysterical hyperbole, he had amassed quite the following of hollow vessels eager to be filled with his ingenious ideas. infamous ideas. indistinct ideas. fortunately, tons of people kept giving him a microphone & gathering together, eager to hear the host of half-truths spilling from his lips. his obsession with hero worship had always been evident. what hadn’t been as clear was what his agenda was. it was hard to decipher as he flitted from topic to topic. when he arrived at the college for tonight’s “evening with…” event, it wouldn’t even matter. the crowd inside would be hanging on his every word. the crowd outside would just want to hang him.