give it up for the "soft spoken" man across from me.

long day with longer minutes, and they add on to one another like trying to pile marbles. nursery school game.

i'm not exactly sure what we're all trying to achieve here. constantly showing each other up and make as many friends as possible before you have to realize you're alone? it doesn't seem kosher.

nod to yourself as though you've made a good point. but you're actually kind of disgusting, aren't you?

yeah, well, there's not much to be said for overrated protocol once it comes down to the fact that you have no idea what you just said.

fantastic, isn't it? continuing on and on and on and on ... just letting them pop like frozen marshmellows out of your mouth, making a crystallized, fractured noise as they hit your teeth.

but you know that the daylight lasts for too long, counting the minutes as though they're material enough to finger through ... and i don't have a good grasp on time? clearly.

maybe this is too "adult" for you? perhaps i should spell it out?

the days don't get any shorter, but apparently, your breath gets longer.

honey, please, what is that about?