marvel and tremble

coming home, i was expecting to be writing of graceful ballerinas moving in seamless unison and dissatisfied employees that either booed fellow employees in the service, or listened to boredom to a 10-page report read to them, and which did not really reflect what is in fact happening; but nope i'm doing the opposite and scratching the idea, deciding instead to write about what i know i shouldn't be writing about. my skin tells me that writing about this can spell disaster but i just have to let it out: stop power-triping you egocentric fuck! you think you can live forever, well i've got good news for you. you wont. long after you've done packing that last suitcase i will still be here, glorious for everyone to marvel at. live with that and tremble. whew. all done. now if y'all just hush now. :)