Welp. I guess the zig is up. The zag is out. They finally found me.
This Jimothy had it made and now well now... Now it's Styx or bust. Rivers be danged.
Infernal monlogue: Do I really want my final moments to be Styx-references? Sometimes the answer is "No but too late." Which coincidentally is the answer to the question "Hey do you want to have a kid with me?"
All I want to remember is: The Dick Jokes, the faux-fame, the famine, the wishful blinking, the estranged knots, the carrot tops, the Magnum PIs, the everything, the nothing, The End, the forever.
To laugh is to accept defeat, to cry is to forget enough jokes. The most important things in order are: Humors, Math, and Sex. Not in that order.
Drink me over the table as we all recite our favorite collective song:
"Here we are now: Glitch train Us."
Life is a mullato of love and death. There. Nirvana and Styx all at once: heaven and eternity versus death and eternity. What is the difference.
Come as you are, Mr. Roboto.