He wrote F.U.C.K. on the chalkboard. It was Alan, this time, who used the “word” too many times. It was the 4th Grade, and our substitute teacher, Mr. Scully, had had enough of us little delinquents over abusing “fuck”, so he decided to use the time to teach us. F.U.C.K, an acronym, not a word, which stands for “Foul Use of Carnal Knowledge”. Fuck, I must’ve learnt a little suminsumin.

I have no idea if that was really true, but it’s about the only thing I remember learning in the 4th Grade, public school system, sadly. Mr. Scully has no idea, I’m sure, that he actually got through to any of us.

I just walked outside to continue documenting my personal observations of the geoengineering, first hand, in my neighborhood. As I was taking photos and videos, a low flying drone happened along, flying too slowly to be anything else. While I was filming that, 3 other aircraft flew overhead, spraying their shit into the air. Fucking fuckers. Fucking fuckers fuckery-ing.

I document their fuckery.

They fly night and day, filling up the skies with their fuckery, because, apparently, they fucking have nothing else to fucking do. Fucking dipshits with fucking stupid assed ideas about how to perform fuckery at all hours of the day.

Fucker: “Hey, let’s dim the sun because, fuck, why not?”
Fucker2: “We must fucking fuckery about because it’s an existential threat to the planet if we don’t fucking do the EXACT fucking thing that’s fucking the planet up!”
Fucker: “Totally! Let’s fucking do it”

What could fucking go wrong with literally the most feckless and foolish people fucking fuckery-ing with the planet?

Well, fuck.