It seems they’re on a roll.
All this kissy-kissy bang-bang is sickening. I want to puke.
A recent article from TIME was entitled “Stop Pretending Nothing Happens in August.” Apparently it’s true. August is a very good reminder of time. Human time that is. With this reminder, many people become more conscious of age. This reminder of time brings about an attack of melancholia and conscience.
The hard hearted in me doubts the sincerity, if any. The hard hearted in me strongly believes it’s just another attack of conscience. Maybe because the heart in me has been hardened by the repeated delivery of the Trojan horse.
The lack of sincerity sickens me.