the pen says sorry.
the typer says go fuck yourself, loudly.
the Thursday gives a fine gone goodbye, forever.
the gal breaks my stupid 37-year-old heart.
at some point, you'd think one would be used to this.
or, at the very least, conditioned to it.
having experienced evils on Thursdays.
for a very long list of life's lessons.
follow your poison.
because it will bring you night.
starting with what will kill you.
twice before Christmas.