Will you wear a mask for them? A painted plastic shell for them? The ones that bid you no farewell and sent you sugar while you fell, so far. Deeper than Yggdrasil's roots, farther than forever. Wear your Other proudly now, no man is your brother.
Just a little thingymabob I wrote... blabbed? Jottered? It ended up in text so no worries in any case. Burly Meatballs for all.
