Essentially, this begins around the
expected ending of the middle period,
although expectations are a truly rough
head screw (just between me and you)—
but what am I even saying? Give me some
one who is not at most moments, with little
respite, aware of this beast we ride from the start
and, yes, to the finish, in this, surely our singular—
our one and only—existence. Blah, blah, blah. While
wearing our costumes of today, beigey taupe, and to
morrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow), taupe-tinted beige.
And it’s once again from the start, back to the middle and
around again. I’m gonna be there ’til the end. And then
once more, but all shifty-like: I’m gonna do this once again.
Hope is hope, folks, and let me tell you now kiddos that 100%
is never enough. What I meant to say is I hate being disappointed.
