Signals

[rowens]

Last night I dreamed that I came out of a building and saw Alexandria Octavia-Cortez talking to a group of young people. As she was leaving I walked over to her and I told her I came up with her ideas years ago. That I wanted to tear up the paved roads and go back to horse and carriage. She didn't seem to want to talk to me. When I held out my hand to shake hers, she hesitated a little, then she didn't give a firm grip, just slid away real loose. I'm glad the politcians are younger and more attractive, it's easier to make them uncomfortable. Soon they'll refuse to be reported on on tv for fear of being stalked by their supporters. They'll roll their eyes at the ones that vote for them, and refuse bribes and donations the same way the woman in the apartment across from you won't accept your grandmother's weddingring.

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I was looking at the way to spell her middle name when I was writing it, and I still got it wrong.