I like, long walks on the beach.

I like long walks through no mans land, the pungent smell of the mustard gas entwined with the cries of valiant young men on the frontlines fighting for the thoughts and ideals of their countries. The lingering clouds conjured the artillary batteries which fire day in and day out. The vibrant colors of the blood that layeth rampant on the battlefield, the people who watch Rick and Morty, the people who like strategy games raging in the distance, the sound of Trump. I have no idea where this is going, holy shit I think I'm having a heart attack send help, just kidding, but no really, but just kidding... not like... an actually heart attack, but like, a heart heart attack, but not like that at all..... I'm just going to stop talking, I like cookies, and cuddling and fully automatic assault rifles, omg. Just. Stop. Typing.