Where're you now little brother? I was just asking myself this question when the answer came to my mind. Rather like a strike of old scottish cabbage on the rye. Nowhere Gates. Nowhere. So does that mean you sit and make slosh your soup as the run gets cold and the air grows thin? No. Not unless you've got a fair amount of stuffing in those pantaloons of yours. You see... the fine line gets crossed every day. And the real point is not to know which side of it you're on at the end of said period, but... ...well which side you'd rather be on tomaro. Kind of like tomato. Cause the only change that's inevitable is the kind that kicks you in the teeth every other month. On wednesdays. Just learn to lean into it. At the very least your face does have the slight chance of swelling into a smile. And just when you think that's enough......well friend? Grab yourself a peach and sit down and eat it. Just you, a peach, and your favorite patch of sky. It'll change everything.
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