the cold thickens time and increases its viscosity

lately i am trying to ask questions 90s style: think about it for a while until i know what i want to know and then get my ass to a library

feels detective-ey

spiritually i am right there with him

You don't need anything other than your conscience to do the right thing

i can only imagine

actually neither socialism nor justice requires you to demean yourself and if you really think about it they are about the opposite of that

5 years after he broke my heart with ‘set my heart on fire immediately‘ he is back to finish the job i guess

to be clear, i mean that they are impoverishing *themselves*

i could probs get at least two poems out of it