The world is an unfair pestilence of greed and corrupt behavior.
Life is an endless procession of imperfect days where we get almost nothing done
Yeah you are right, okay
There is no meaning no sun shining on illusion to make it anything.
Yeah that’s kinda deep,I guess, but well
Love is illusion driven by chemicals demanding sex and procreation
Do I have time for this
The sun makes the tiny hairs on the back of her neck glow, she turns
Now you have me