Each night, as my head hits the pillow and I start to drift away, I clasp my hands at my chest, close my eyes tight, and say: “please, Baby Jesus, let it be 2023 when I wake up”.
Post-Apocalyptic Bohemian
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There is a place beyond space, time, and thought, but it's very expensive.
