Today we adorn costumes and assume characters
nationwide. Urbanites, suburbanites, good ol’ boys gathered
in gaggles and guilds where Goodness is relative, obscure,
the resolution of podcast policy partially impertinent
and totally irreverent. Witness leaf blowers fight less-than-lethal
ammunition and fill roads with fresh asphalt after artillery 
cracks by. March. March. March. March. June. June. June.
Discomfort always brews too soon, contorts whistles from runes,
holding leashes with their pinkies and blames violence on you.
What’s going to happen in twelve hours? It’s hard to fall asleep.