The invisible new is gnawing at the world outside. We sit huddled in square foot fortifications fearing our own hands. Every time I use the soap it feels like nuking the shit out of the spiked cell-fuckers that dared invade my lifeline.
Then there are the tears unfurling from the curls and the questions about the 'when'. Don't we all like to lay a liberal dose of blame? Every time I foam my mitts - I hurl a silent curse at those holy communists of corona.
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