the quality of humility is like a secret purse empty with soft lining.

the random function doesn't do what i tell it to do.

we're growing older in a concrete dump at the edge of a deathly poured concrete bunker which advances toward us in theory, but can you imagine not being here together?

no, ha, no, i'd be a standing skeleton to be left alone with you.

                  

i'm proud of us.  i mean, what else could we do.

 yeah.   that's why i'm proud.