got lentil?

Does any­body have a bag of soup they could walk over?

I didn’t have my ID at the gro­cery store and I need a weapon to help bring down my De­mo­c­rat-run state be­cause I can’t have free mon­ey and I want to ter­ror­ize women in the sub­urbs be­cause I don’t love my coun­try.

Thanks in ad­vance, my fel­low-black-clothed, shad­ow-dwelling, bleed­ing­heart­snowflakethug­com­rades.

—lau­ra hohlwein

P.S.
I used to think a gi­ant so­lar flare fritz­ing the elec­tri­cal grid would be a tragedy send­ing us back to the Dark Ages but now I think it might be the only thing that can keep us from do­ing that our­selves with our fire­house of “in­for­ma­tion” and “al­ter­nate facts.”

Flom­mist Lau­ra Hohlwein is a con­tem­po­rary ab­stract sur­re­al­ist. Copy­right © 2020 Lau­ra Hohlwein.

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