Or, does anybody really know what time it is?

It just keeps going and going and going.

I used to write, and read, poetry, before I stopped fearing death.

I could stand to think about something else for a bit.

Or, dinner and a show in the time of the great pandemic.

This may become a theme while we all wait out this COVID-19 virus.

Look, it's been a crazy, chaotic week, which means you're getting a crazy, chaotic post.

And, by that I mean escapism by way of space vehicles.

For dogs.

Mystic martial arts hoaxers.