We’ve been disastered. We’ve been nihilised. We’ve been fucked in the head. We’ve been destroyed.
It was done to us. And so it has to be undone. With wine.
The crises are deepening. And there are a lot of crises. It’s omni-crisis. In the omni war.
We’re in their kill box. In their sights. In the firing line. But so’s everyone. It’s so massive, the deception. It’s so complex, the world illusion. They’ve woven the veil so tightly.
And our heads are full of microplastics. And barium. And strontium. And all that stuff.
We think with the poison. We think poison with the poison. From the poison, a cure, right? We want to cure ourselves. Get better. But we can’t get better while the world’s not better.