When we are reduced
there will be even less
of us.
Justice; like there is one
mechanism for
getting it,
unbearable though
it may be.
Brutus, you sweet rube;
take it all on yourself
this life'll be ending soon regardless.
Trekked what Marathon'd
be like,
took the bus, preferred
taking the bus.
Unbearable is in the making,
the paper truss.
I am exhausted with the
buttresses.
I am getting so cold in here
are you not?
