Written in Ink
Written in Ink

Poor Abraham Lincoln

'Tis the season for joy, mirth, toys, thankfulness, food, charity, Winter... and another equalizer of humanity, illness.

Wheezing, sneezing, coughing; Gross, what is this I didn't know the body could fabricate that...what the hell?


You take your plethora of pills in hopes that you get well, enough to ring a bell.

The process always takes a spell, aaaah-chooo!

I hope you have invested in the short time to get your vaccinations this year...

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