There is a big issue here. I’ll just give you the broad stokes, don’t want to bog you down, but we are all going to perish in a flaming wicker basket that is rocketing toward Hades.
Was lazy. So lazy. And now I have found. That ounce of energy.
I spy with my little eyes a world plotting its own demise. Rest In Peace, Larry. Hair Boy. You’ll miss the fireworks. We miss your presence. Tow the line? Hold the line. Our demise isn’t always on time.