We’re all dying and its thoughtless to lead with, “Hey” and “What do you do for work?” I need to know: After countless lost loves, I’ve learned that I can’t fall in love, or make love; if you won’t at least answer these questions. I will.
Whether a hypothesis or a prayerboth are still a wishfor something to be truethat is not yet provable Baby spider or baby humansquished or bombedthe life hangs on the threadof your unspoken beliefs Ten slides pitched tostakeholders nodding while texting a lawyerAll in all, the slaves will dig the whole deep enough until allowable levels…