Three Hours More Of Facebook Prison

In three hours I will be out of Fuckface Jail. I wonder if people on their Harleys will be waiting for me outside the walls. While I have been gone my wall or whatever the fuck it is has been festooned with a tidal wave of cats, kittens, babies, love, prayers, illness, sadness, prayers for "America," and no hatred or anger or frustration and if there is frustration there is forgiveness and hope for the future. it all makes me want to kill myself twice.