We're living through end of the fucking World.

That bleeping Four Horseman shit going down like crazy.

This being so I'm in my assorted safe places. Queer porn Sci-Fi the cornier the better.

Dangerous sugar laden deserts like ice cream.

All that weird noise and WW2.

Specifically aerial combat.

Granted I wouldn't want to get blown to bits up there.

Nor would I want to hurt anyone.

I just like WW2 aircraft...it chills me out.

That and building models of 'em.

There's worse sins.