William A. Patterson

On a Rainy Stonehenge-cold Day On a rainy Stonehenge-cold day The head blinked – so the thunder so The pride I’ll go out on the range And take the dogs they’ll hem me. I’m happy married to the dogs They are faithful creatures – I pass The Bogside dessicate soil: Wrey-Sherman haunted the dead souls, I unionise the predators: And stick them with eternal dues. You see, what we’re gonna do here is the fOllowin: We’re going to Fuuuuuuuck It.: There were no need; they’re furies’-doomed.

Facebook Inc.’s daemonic addiction to the human commodity, one civil death before the next, repeat, continue. What? Until people lose their minds completely? Facebook Inc. — ongoing Cambridge Analytica — serious saga in Australia, it’s live. And, abiding in songs of innocence, no less — push for more legislation of more real-life statutory offenses in the virtual kingdom of the world wide web to be officiated into the books?