I would too if I was going to and maybe I might, decisions discretely revised, actions amplified and I could have died,
magnified at the end through the coroners lens and penned in ink I think or stencil DOA,
The fallacy that worries me is work sets you free and that bothers me that it worries me.
Friends comfort me through the difficult times as the wage slip slips into my unconsciousness and I am no less for that, but no more of this, self pity is the fools curse, the silken sow or the pigs purse either one will do
I would if I was going to anyway.
In response to what the hell is this about I don't know either.