And behold... the advent of nationwide ballot casting is upon the people. May the gods bestow upon the eligible the fortitude in making their right decisions. To have and to hold, to cherish and to comfort. To not find their ballot boxes thrown into the ocean, to not have votes casted by the deceased. To squirt some life into this piece, ya heard?

Here's a haiku:


Super Tuesday Haiku

Band of orange haze
tapes blue bay with smoky sky,
post blackened arrows.

No, but really. You should vote even if you're not sure for whom. You'll know. When you get there. You'll feel it. Feeling it yet? I felt it. It felt pretty damn good.