Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, because the chemical plant jaundicing the region was ordered by a court to create an alternative, protected footpath for local residents.
Because I could not stop for Death, I paid $1,600 every month to COBRA until I died of measles, about which the doctors—and not the podcast my mom likes—were correct.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical, naked, but the nice thing about working from home is that I can make my own schedule.
Let us go then, you and I, and your brother and sister, and maybe your aunt, to the school board meeting, to see if we can preserve the two library books that are not the Bible.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself until my sister tells me I will have to move out or go back on my meds (which I refuse to do, because of Big Pharma and the globalists and one other thing Rogan said that I forget).
