He is risen...like a fruit cake


He is risen...like a fruit cake

I can silence the noise.

You wake up, scroll your device for tailor made news, a slow poison filling your mind from the moment you wake to when you finally lurch into sleep. Before repeating the whole rotten addiction.  

Day after miserable day, intoxicated by cheap bickering until it fills you with bile.

Trade is down, money is hard to come by, the rich get richer while we crawl around in squalor with only our rage and anxiety for company.

Until now.

Until me.

Light, life and hope.

For I have stocked up...on....Blisstonica!

Buy now before I douse myself in it.

Drink Blisstonica today!


Please note: Once doused, no sups will be permitted from my drenched garments.