One does not simply walk into Mordor… unless you have a Russian visa.
just remind yourself that there is a top 40 song on loop on the radio right now that repeatedly says:
You cast a spell on me, spell on me. You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me. And I decided you look well on me, well on me.
Well on me.
Well. On me.
And everyone just lets it happen.
So yeah. Make whatever the fuck you want.
How Americans live today. You’ll see there are no birds.