Birtch, You Ol’ Sir Reality!
I humbly request that we skip
the pretense, the, you know,
that façade, just for today, might
that be okay? Unlike everything
else, I mean. Which is the sitch,
you see: everything is not okay.
Or is it? I suppose we’ll all have
to wait until tomorrow to get a
potentially solid answer to that
question. Only, I digress—as in
—back to my line of questioning.
Am I okay? If so, how long will
I remain so? If not, how long will
that last? If so, what to do next?
