Orage de Merde

that sinking feeling in your gut can only be described by words of karma defeated sighs giggling lies and versions of truth that bore all the way down to the rotting roots of the seeds you've been planting so carelessly you toss them into the wind but the shit storm brings it back again so batten the hatches and tighten the latches to your disgraceful mouth because whether you're ready the weather rolls steady and the vain is pointed south