—Tim Dlugos
The silence beckons
(and not in a good way).
Snow on lips obscured
by fire. A present-day
bohemian is just no good.
The times are doomed.
I am doomed. Clearly,
I am on the brink of
utter destruction.
Should I milk this
moment for every-
thing I’m worth?
“That’d just be
crazy!” thought
the dairy farmer.
