Mfecane/Difaqane
Accident prone, I told a girl that I loved her.
Translation: I want to play all your boardgames
all night, every night, until we've eaten all the cereal
in the house, until I've gotten around to getting
an advanced degree in misanthropy. But who am I kidding?
It would/could never work due in large part to my belief
that rivers flow not because of gravity but because
each molecule, each enzyme, is just racing
in a cosmic relay, their coach in the riverbank yelling splits,
spitting and dying of cancer.
It's so typical today
to not tell anyone you're dying, like God
will give you a better set of linens in Heaven
because you were a self-sacrificing soul.
Does that mean that people are getting less
and less honest? Does it mean that Paradise's
thread-count standard is simply too low?
Accident prone, I told a girl that I loved her.
Translation: I want to play all your boardgames
all night, every night, until we've eaten all the cereal
in the house, until I've gotten around to getting
an advanced degree in misanthropy. But who am I kidding?
It would/could never work due in large part to my belief
that rivers flow not because of gravity but because
each molecule, each enzyme, is just racing
in a cosmic relay, their coach in the riverbank yelling splits,
spitting and dying of cancer.
It's so typical today
to not tell anyone you're dying, like God
will give you a better set of linens in Heaven
because you were a self-sacrificing soul.
Does that mean that people are getting less
and less honest? Does it mean that Paradise's
thread-count standard is simply too low?