I don't write every poem on here, you know... I didn't say anything about quitting. Hang on until the end, old friend.
And I'm not a figpucker any more, so it's dw.
Separated!... Which makes me think maybe there is a God that cares. In some weird, twisted way. ;-)
Given the way this last year has turned out, I am 100% convinced that God has a FAR more warped sense of humor than I do. You win, God! You hear me! You beat me hand down! I cannot even imagine shit like that! You are the Master!