the tree growing outside my window is my only friend because it's the only one that doesn't bring me headaches
So I found some candles and decided to light them on my window sill. Perhaps the tree can feel the slight heart the candles emit. But anyway, the trees just peak off the sill as I'm on the second floor. They remind me of 5G antennas.
Sometimes the show spins disco. I'm going to watch how the flames dance to something like Night Fever... Stupid, I know. But I have nothing better to do as my nights are lonely lonely lonely and repetitive repetitive repetitive.
Seems like the mood for the candles. Lit there of them. There was a murder in Minneapolis by a law enforcement officer. Watch this entry get removed from the Russians now.
Anyway, it seems like it really could be the end of the world, if not literally as a result of a dirty bomb or s.t., but I'm getting pretty old. Things just keep gradually getting older and achier, saggier and wrinklier.