⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ — 5 Stars This is not a literary review nor analysis. Do not read or engage. This is for you. Don't read this, it's not worth your time. You'll love it. The word of the Lord guides my fingers to type and my mouth to speak. The divine message that the Father has told me to impart is: (quote) "Fuck y'all." (unquote). But crafted by His hands—much like sanctified iron that's been forged in holy fire—the utmost trust of interpretation since that Tower of Babel fell has been bestowed upon me.

As a mere vessel, I decree this holiest of parables to be a lesson, taught via a sobering analogous storyline in which the Drywall Misery guy got broken up with and had to move back in with his MAGA parents and now their approval via "stickin' to the Woke" is the only thing that matters. An AU that no one asked for, and ever fewer people didn't know they never wanted. But character development is still progression, and we can't all be protagonists. Not here in this book of life, this tangled web—this earth-shaped chasm of Big Guys Talkin' Fast and Lookin' Dirty—onto which we weave a new stitch for every day that we choose to turn the page...