I’ve got a great father, a loving mother
A cool brother and a sister
But something is missing
I’ve got friends, I’ve got money
I’ve got people who care for me
My Story 2.0
The last was a double. Straight.
Stutter. Sign language.
You stumble down the corridor, stomping, squishing dying locusts.
Chemical deaths. Trichloroethane. At your services since 1946.
Their neural functions cease after forever and the…