My Idea Of Life, It's

I Wanted To Say Something To Cheer Her Up. I Had A Feeling That Cheering Her Up Might Be A Lot Of Work. I Was Thinking Of How Sometimes, Trying To Say The Right Thing To People, It’s Like Some Kind Of Brain Surgery, And You Have To Tweak Exactly The Right Part Of The Lobe. Except With Talking, It’s More Like Brain Surgery With Old, Rusted Skewers And Things, Maybe Like Those Things You Use To Eat Lobster, But Brown. And You Have To Get Exactly The Right Place, And You’re Touching Around In The Brain But The Patient, She Keeps Jumping And Saying, “ow.

At Long Last, You May No Longer Distinguish What Binds You From What Is You.

Then It Was This Big Thing. She Was Like, 'i Never Want To See You Again', And I Was Like, 'fine. Okay? Fine. Then Get Some Special Goggles.

We Must Curb Ourfury, And Allow Sadness To Diminish, And Speak Our Stories With Coolness And Deliberation.

At Long Last, You May No Longer Distinguish What Binds You From What Is You.