i’m watching coworkers co-living with monotony, they’re married to it. newlyweds dead by thirty, they die early. this is why i spent time studying in high school i mastered the subject, practiced paragraphs not pythagorean, during college i played the game, wet behind my ears with railroad eyes, because i knew. when the world withers you are left full of four letter memories, whether that be shit or love is a choice.
