/partisans

the center is off.

the most important office in the nation is up for grabs and all eyes are upon those flickering bastions of truth nestled in our living rooms. we don't interact, we feed. consume. regurgitate. we curse the other faction, drawing lines in our backyard, recklessly wielding words like freedom and patriot. feel sage.

lose a limb.

the center is off.

tug at it, smooth it out, wave it high, and burn it in the streets. feel something. feel ANYTHING but please shut the hell up about the others, that half of the american body you choose to disassociate yourself from. your brother. that fucker with the other guy's sign in his yard.

bandy insults.

the center is off.