Am I a good man? (Because that would be kind of confusing.)
Why do you think I’d judge you either way?
Thank you for that, but wouldn’t my children judge me more harshly?
Mom? Mom? What happened, Mom?
They’re going to judge you harshly anyway, isn’t it better to get it done and over with?
Aren’t I thankful that my allergies have abated today?
Hold me mom, in your long arms, your petrochemical arms?
Can I blame you now that I have that Harmonizer loop stuck in my head?
Wouldn’t I happily show you my draft of a philosophical theory that argues that life on this planet inherently fights futility … if I had written it down? Is an unwritten philosophical concept worth the paper it isn’t printed on yet?
ETA: isn’t my co-author, autocorrect, inattentive?
Should Kitty Flanagan be given authority to rename everything? Have you seen her take on coffee, aka “the wankers’ beverage”?
Did you know you can edit your posts?
Why would you be forsaken forever?
What was on the front of your T-shirt?
Was he wearing a t-shirt?
Isn’t it a white undershirt under a white short -sleeved dress shirt (out whatever you call it)?
Am I the only one who sees/imagines a large circular emblem on the T-shirt? Didn’t I think there could be a story there?
Am I experiencing pareidolia?
It’s possible it might have been a picture of Paul Revere holding the earth (instead of a silver globe) on an off-white T-shirt that the gallery created for Earth Day in 1996?
Anyone else ever think that their smart phone is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch, but then realize that the photos it takes make it obvious how prior-model it really is?
Can you even tell that this was a bright, cloudless afternoon in the open air (it seems so dark to me)?
(No, I don’t know any of the people, that’s just who was sitting directly in front of us. I was too lazy to stand up, which would have at least given a better perspective.)