Shithole
Dead Rear is like a million cities in North America: there is an invading underclass. they don't all come from somewhere else, they don't seem to come from anywhere. they are not another culture: they are failures of our own. they couldn't make it on the cookie, so their crums fell between the cushions, in drug houses, and on the streets, under and over bridges, in the forests outside of town, and in downtown's Sumerian afterlife. you can't go to the parks without their shit everywhere.
they are ghosts who were never once living people, the undead non-living, reflections in and of itself of nothing before it. it's easier to look away as there is nothing to look at. they are dopey bogeymen, crying instead of scaring, but still feral like dogs. they roam around night like actual stray dogs. people try to either ignore them or beat them to death. they don't have a face, who gives a fuck about what they have to say: do you ask mold where it comes from?
Wexit
there ought to be a country where you can only be a citizen if you have a job and if you stay off the fucking dope, simple as that. if you break these two simple rules, sorry, but you're out of here. we can't keep making concessions for the fucking bums, we cannot afford that. we're not going to be like Justin Trudeau: if you're born here, work for your keep, and have your shit together, then and only then are you allowed to stay here. this country has gone to shit. it doesn't look like it did when i grew up. the schools are different, the people are different, it's all gone so wrong. what happened to marriage? what happened to men and women's bathrooms? what happened to the family? the neighborhood? the oil, the jobs, the economy, our pride, my pride - where do they think this is going? i don't know how much longer i can just deal with it, i think i speak for everyone when i say that. i need a drink.
Mrs. Russell
she told me she found lesbian porn on her mom's computer. i think she went into more detail about her finding the porn histories of everyone in her family. she never gave any specifics beyond it being porn, she didn't have to. it was all laid out behind everyone, everyone living here. the steady diet of small oblivion; a cigarette; a phone in a lap behind the wheel; the X-Acto knife as synthesis to the cloudy contradiction; the bottle, the pill; wasted time; jouissance, the death-drive. it's not much, but it's still deep. we dig it and tell each other how deep it is. it shouldn't matter at all, but it still smells like shit, right? there is still cum on the shower floor, i think. what is the alternative?
The Queen Elizabeth II Highway
the prairies are like the ocean; shoals of cars moving at the very top and the very bottom; it doesn't matter what the sky looks like; the road is louder than us; they may have been seen at a Fas Gas in Bowden at around 4 AM last Tuesday; it works, don't think about it beyond that; she had developmental issues, her family insists that she is particularly vulnerable because of her lack of social skills; moving one way, back and forward, side to side straight down and up for either city; this dickhead is not going 110; This Is a Long Drive for Someone with Nothing to Think About (1996); they come in from Quebec and Montreal, but their business is here; he is alleged to be moving from Edmonton southbound. if you have any information about their whereabouts, do not hesitate to come forward. we want our girl home.
The Alberta Advantage
he killed him and his whole family over oil, children included. he didn't go easy on any of them. the cops found their remains still burning on his property when they got there. i don't know what you call that.
Content House
a threesome was their wedding gift. they posted about it on Twitter, they said they're going to put out a scene for it, too. it's going to break every sales OnlyFans sales record. their children will never have to work a day in their lives.
