Coming to you folks from our bunker, sequestered and secluded, divided and conquered, most of us sit and wait. Wait for what my dear boy? Something. Unsure and inoculated by comfort, the quarantine times are upon us. But it doesn't stop everything! I sat down with an old friend and we discussed growing up, growing apart, and how fear of change can lead to self destructive comforts. We speak about our hardships, mistakes and patterns of hereditary degeneracy and the cycles we try to change. They force you to leave somewhere you will spend the rest of your life trying to get back to. Only to realize that all that's left is a husk of what once was. Are the broken only meant to be abandoned? Welcome to theHURTCIRCUS.
Thanks for tuning in!
Much love and respect!
N.
Theme Song by Lonbroh
Editing by Nicholas Ridiculous
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