If you and I aren’t really seeking, there’s just not much point in speaking. If the boat is truly sinking, it won’t matter what we’re thinking. If the means dictate the end’s taste, does a life’s toil feed life’s waste?
In the end what does it matter, what the rung is on the ladder? What are we, mad as a hatter, praising most the loudest chatter? Does the way we look at things change them or the change they bring, or in any other way make a difference to the day?
How important do we think we are? Honestly, that won’t get us too far. After all, there’s more of us than more useful plans discuss. In a while will all this talking help us? If not, we could skip it and both focus.
When the two of us are honest, be assured we can get over it. It only takes a minute to change your life, after all. In that so small a speck of time almost anything is liable to happen. Hell, the quintessential post-apocalyptic society of decadence and moral decay set against a quaint background colored by a racist, ignorant, and television audience friendly social pecking order, serves as the perfect setting.
What more do you need? An invitation?
15 Aug 2025
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