I miss the days with the daily boom booms and this "what the fuck comes today"!
Now it is like some weird tippling with fingers on the table, knowing that the shit, coming in a massiv way will be some absolute brain fuck for many! I am comfy as fuck, mixed with something unexplainable, that seems to explode inside of me, tipped with a portion of patience or Reeeing what depends on what I am reading! A soup of madness is cocking and I love every fucking minute of the awakening in this world! Sometimes in a great shape, sometimes paralysed!
And I have no fucking idea how this all will play out, at all!
But good things happen!