R/ckets and S/ntries

today's not monday or even delivering stern warnings. it's a letter to the throne, fuck the colonists, whose planet can this become? soggy letters go public, drain the economy and often mixes up the populace. were you in West Virginia to know? the sleep of changing, while numbers letter the sky. are you confused while trying to imnplement? sheer daylight, into night, and then a new day. we'll call it wednesday.