Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Warm Canadian hands wrapped mine. I'll calm down.

"Excuse me. I messed up..."

Canada says, "You have a lot of feelings."

What the hell is thought? Why do organisms think?

In a floating world of things I can't even think about......

Does it make sense to live?

To leave the genes behind? To help save the Lord?

This is ridiculous. Live and suffer and die.

I wish it was some kind of buffer... meeting people... that was the slightest force but it seemed like a bailout.

The little birds in the street trees are ringing and singing raw.

Like dying or something else...... all the heavy themes tickle the brain marrow.