So what's the end game, people?

To own nothing and be happy is their message

The lights burn out, the record gets stuck on a scratch playing "One Scotch, One Bourbon.....One Scotch, One Bourbon....." until finally all there is left is the gnashing teeth of the Langoliers. I'll walk away through the last door saying to myself "That's what I figured".

Haha maybe one day. Of the time I spend on technology, which is more than I should, but not as extreme as some, this place is like a break from toxicity.

When the world becomes perfect i will quit social media

They’ll turn the switch off!

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I don't think it involves England any more🤔