Jail Job Eve

Breathe in. Do you smell the smoke in the air? And when you take a look, do you spot that red light, painting the horizon? Time to hold on. Because the flames are growing closer. Time to listen. Because the clock’s ticking.

We didn’t create a brave new world but our own personal wonderland, free from worries and rid of reality. Soaking in vanity, arrogance and escapism. We’re looking at our burning mess only to show off dominance and teaching those who have nothing to steal from those who have even less than nothing. Cherry-picking, judging, steering the pot. But we are not quite done yet.

So dive in.

Jail Job Eve