We make up and fight to make up and fight to make up again
and then we fight again.
not good
not bad
just life and that's sad then we fight again.


Then there's the ministry of Angels that follow me
they're the
stalkers, backchat talkers who whisper things into
my ears.

The design of alignment
is flawed
according to the
laws of physics
psychics
and
crackpot economists,

I have no opinions
one way or anyway.