Every flashbang could instead be a meal for a poor kid. Every hotel room for a National Guardsman deployed to fire at our neighbors could house a homeless vet. Every "less-than-lethal" bullet pulled from a journalist's eye could be already needed healthcare for anyone else. All of this is a choice.
No kings. Happy Fourth.
The future was all that remained
No kings, no tyrants, no military birthday parades
Sylvie - oil painting on wood
Defeat the robots
She dreamt of youth and destruction
Six inch square oil painting on birch panel
A painting for a world that smells like lilacs and feels like chaos
