It's All Too Beautiful

I feel like I'm living in Eden but an insistent itch reminds me of the unreality of it. It's the itchy-coos. I want something else. Can't there be an Eden in reality? Or a reality with aspects of Eden?

Anyhow, the itch, I've learned, is from the horrible and invasive Trump-vine and there isn't a salve for that. We must stay away from it. Maybe eradication would be good. Grab y'all some Trump-i-cide!