Well. Crack and mushroom cloud visions of boats and beach houses. (I won’t christen my boat “one-thirty five” because I get seasick.) Poof! The CRASH. Sobriety is not a pretty path indeed, but necessary.
Hurry! Call the Iranian guy! I need a quick fix. What was that you say? EUA? Accolades for saving the day? Let the pied piper play his tunes as they are sweet, very sweet, to my ears. Wake me not.
Reeling from a rant(es), IndexGuy told me “focus on the science”. Homeostasis. The brain fog dissipates. Did LL just cross the blood brain barrier?
Look at the way he blows those smoke rings. Mesmerizing. Like Kaa’s song. (I like Siouxsie Sioux versión best, especially when Rachel Brice belly dances to it. Here’s the link, you won’t be sorry: https://youtu.be/BSsncQUH9Jc)
Syringes? Nah, dosage. EUA? Ooops! BLA? Ahem. Ahem. Shoot me up some Leronlimab high. They say it makes you smarter.
I’m not crashing too much. Never got that high. BLA submission for 700 is “soon.”They have the data. CD12 top line results “soon”. Ohm says they should be good despite the trial design. I trust ohm. He says it like it is, no sugarcoating (you may substitute another word). I’ve come to trust others too. They’re usually not that high either. Call it like it is and I appreciate those posts. This is no Icarus game, but I like to fly. Middle sky.
No worries. We will eventually get approval for something. And you’ll all get your boats and waterfront houses. Just not now. Eventually. Peace, purity, and pearls to all.