this |
(tis being)
What’s it all about?
Life?
Yep.
It comes to this.
It’s pointless. We learn to put things in the ground, we
learn to grow food, we learn to cook it and put it in our mouths, and then we
die.
Your Aunt’s not dead.
She’s fading.
The light's fading.
Things are fading.
Things are beginning – look around.....
(tis done)
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