dont you fucking give me that voice - he said to me as i all right'ed him another time, through the kiddie pool of "what, why, how, can i, just somehow understand, i dont, but here we are, huh?" that's how it goes, and how it has been. just wash your hair and put on a new day, yesterday is the past, now is just, the past... and soon we'll ride our seahorses into the future, glowing our tiki torches wide and high, swirling up with glazed eyes, reciting poetry we haven't memorized, but if we dont flinch then they dont know, we dont know - right? you know? dont you fucking give me that voice. i said.