It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak.
Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year.
I’m in some kind of hell, with anger issues all around me and I’m just a stoner from Goochland, Virginia who happened to be in the New Yorker last week.
The yelling is bad for me. The lack of any form of patience and the jail house rock. Training for trauma. Again and ago and more system install.
“Which country has New Year first – New Year 2019 and last uninhabited places to observe New Year 2019 – 12 hour format World Time Zone”
So here’s to the nineteenth may it be our last chance since 2020 the sources of the sources say it’s all over now.
It’s been a year of onslaught and I iSsubordination, firings and I quits from our pillars of piety, trust and wisdom.
We walked the talk
Activate another device
Now we belong to someone else™️