Most folks are secure in their existence.
They know what will be happening at 8 AM on Monday
and also 9:57 PM on March the eighteenth because
that’s when John and I first proposed so we
thought we’d book a vacation in Florida
so’s we could both wind up in some
slime covered swamp drenched
in kerosene with a bunch of
people begging for a little
assistance next to us who chances are, like John, would perish.
Thank you, friend.
The line tween this place and the next is thinner than we think.