The Gonzo Wolf

Trickling over; my mind can take no more.

Carefully, I ascend the stairs, hoping to avoid darkening them anymore than I have as of late. Indoor fireworks were banned by order of the Queen.

Somewhere lost between special interests and world destruction, frustrated expulsions add questions to the enigma.

Whether through fault or accidentally, were observing the lamest comic book style apocalypse ever penned.

And his wife’s an alien.

I bet she smells terrific next to him.

Is there an official White House diaper changer?

Goodnight.