Everything I write could have this title
And a picture of a cat
Looking surprised or content or away from the camera or with glowing eyes in low light
Words are technology and whatever your high horse they'll always build one higher
And Victorians will be trapped in time, all afraid of dangling participles and other superstitions we'll leave behind some day
Split infinitives? We split atoms.
We have cell phones and are much further down the path toward racial integration
Our wealth distribution is prolly back to being just as f'ed as theirs, but things come and go
We conquered bacteria so hard it's conquering back
Our jokes are better, silly Victorians
And they are all dead
And so are all the Romantics, and all the Modernists, and the Beats, and most of the New York School
Keep on dying dead people, and we'll keep dying, too
Picture of two cats that have had dinner and are just looking for a warm place to sleep
Location:Melvin Dr,Baltimore,United States
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