saltlantis

this magical land appears every once in a blue moon.
it only happens when you get liberals, sh-tlibs and social justice warriors so riled up that they will go to the ends of time to tell everybody on earth how upset they are. they will stomp and bawl like babies until things go their way. they don’t, and so the old song goes, saltlantis must born.

they begin screaming, a piercing shrieking so intense it would put a banshee to shame. snot dripping heavily out of their face, a scrunched look to give a pug a run for its money and eyes so red they pierce right through the devil himself.

a collective -ss pain so intense, the mythical and wonderful land of saltlantis begins to rise from the earths core to manifest itself to mortal eyes.
“…and now, donald trump is the 45th president of the unites states…”
…
“noooooooooo!!!!!!!¡!!!!!!!!!!”

then the earth rumbles. screaming can be heard intensifying rapidly, almost like several thousands cows being crippled at once. a satisfying, but terrible ballad. a disharmonious harmony. something so beautiful it shouldn’t exist.

the floor cracks with a deep and thunderous roar, buildings collapse, trash cans get hit. concrete and stones crumble to a magnifict extent, making a fiery fissure as big as a canyon, or a regular sized feminist.

out of the debris, an unknown and esoteric land erects out into the public. an unknown but extremely familiar city.

behold! the land known as saltlantis!!! every single concentrated frustration made into a utopia from tard rage!!