of claims, counterclaims, and accusations, all
of which have matured into an avalanche of
posterior feelings since we no longer take the
time to look at each other when talking... we
have no bond with each other as our parents
raised us differently for those years, giving us
nothing about which to chat except our painful
differences... were two males and a female,
one wealthy, one average, one poor, and we
have no desire to get to know each other any
better than we already do... as most people
perceive that to be true... when we died
inside a decade ago... baking consciousness
without the sliders, and expecting the baker
to remember us from last year... space sits
on the left whereas time sits on the right...
we no longer learn... we just simply do.
13 June 2022
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