It's not opposite day anymore, look outside and perhaps beauty will beckon you to leave your house (Or office) and breath in the fresh air (Or polluted by modern gases).

I realized at least five years ago that American luck or providence would not work in an emergency. There was work to do, or hell to pay. I found that work was great to do, that I looked forwards to it more and more. Perhaps there is hope, and then some magic came, as if from God.

More and more the doors open to new years rumbling chickens. We are all just waiting for them to roost. Some people are leaping around impatiently. There comes the saints ready for the chickens. They will get fried and be finger licking.

Because I have never met my future ex wife, then I am single and ready for tea.

Time is a factor within space as noted. If you sit in the same spot, then time will work differently though not change time.

You are breaking things and smashing them up, and the mess is growing like a mile high, this corrupt little place in the storm, why then tell please what the reason is?

The Ark might still exist!

Nothing but steamy.

We don't need to destroy the planet.