the stitches in my thigh are healing so now we can all shake hands and watch the money poor in. the bombs are not coming, please come out from under your desks, you are safe now and if im being honest the desks wouldn’t protect you from the shrieks of a war plane. they sound like nothing you’ve ever heard a frequency you unlocked just for this particular pain. you can almost see the sound pour into your ear drums like a bartender mixing the ***** and the cranberry. it sounds like 6am it sounds like the same song over and over.