A perfectly pleasant day.
Mostly spent folding paper.
Five Kawasaki roses.
I am going to attach them to ninja throwing stars.
An interesting combination.
A variation on Guns N’ Roses.
The door to death is standing wide open around here.
Five people have died in the last five days.
And a distressing number of residents seem to be slipping away mentally.
That’s the danger of living here.
You get used to it.
But it is a reminder:
Use the good stuff.
Eat dessert.
Tell someone you love them.
Nobody gets out alive.