and morning.
elevator talk about the
School of Quietude. and then
Outlook tells me to water my
deskplant. “I would push
your mom in front of a train
for a cup of coffee.”
so what
if he gives props to his pre-
decessors. why don’t I
have a kid myself, see how
lingering life can be in
fast-forward?
tell me:
how are we already here?
it’s eleven o’clock
and I have to do
the filing.
