One does not simply walk into Mordor… unless you have a Russian visa.
If you ever lack conviction that you can make things people will like
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 I learned to cook a 28 pound lobster and bake a pie that looks like turds
Heh. Dicker.
How Americans live today. You’ll see there are no birds.
