To stay connected to the news it means reading endless depressions. Endless confrontations. Superior conflicts. You’re crucified for being well informed. A blood stain for the grievous assault on transgressions. The code is planted on stone signs. Bring us our end so we can defend and earn the mend. We bend our souls on Sundays only to live the other 6 days for a pray to stay. You say that’s the way but you die everyday. Good Morning it’s cloudy with a chance of traffic. Good Afternoon. This just in. The price of hotel in’s have increased due to atmospheric pressure. Good evening, did you see our broadcast? Good night, keep your doors locked tight. Thieves wander the night. You’ve lost your line of sight for eight hours to embrace the cold bitter plight. Good morning it’s a day for the sun. Nobody won. I need to wear shades and I need to put down my sun visor. I’ve gone blind. That glare will make him swear, oh dear… I thought I liked you.