Since Trumps return I’ve been jumping at shadows.
Can’t find my feet.

What the problem?
THEM?
Fook them

Two things.
The Plans destination
The children
I’ve put up a wall
I’m steeling myself
But it futile
Gonna get smashed to smithereens.
SO BE IT.

Second.
I SEE IT
BUT CAN’T BELIEVE IT

It finally happening.
I can’t process it.
Resistance.
Is it real.

Son we about to find out…