Something dreadful this way heads.
Through everyone’s back door.
Even back doors no one
knew they had. But
came she deed. So
Qua… qua… quietly.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Everyone grab a nuclear number while they’re hot because tomorrow they’ll be hotter.
How’s the cleanup ideas coming and are we all moving to another dimension?
Like moving on our own or being moved unawares to another dimension.
There’s a difference.
One involves noise.