This satire will leave both the victim and the witness the option of denying that anything has even taken place (so what will it be...)

prophets, poets, pedants, pontificates.
we should be thanking the ancient greeks for subtle ridicule.
like when julius caesar invaded rome in 49 and led his army across the rubicon river, conflict is inevitable. (somethings i can't stand up to). and like the rubicon everything will eventually lose importance, and names and smiles will gradually disappear from. and one day we'll shout it together "the die has cast".
even homer nods.
take it like a picture, thinking you'll look back and smile and reminisc when really the faces will just get you down and end up torn in half and taped to your mirror. take it thinking the smiles will look as genuine as they were, but knowing that no ones gonna buy it.
there's no (yo)u in team or me or love..
he looks like a little boy but he’s got grown up problems
back to shy eyes and coy smiles
“Fuck right, nothing this perfect could ever be wrong.”
like pointing a gun to your head with a crowd as far as the eye can see.
in literature this is called romanticism but in psychology it's called neurosis
freud would call it a stage of ego-less polymorphous but i have little doubt he never had a kid like you to miss (out on)

watching: fall die into winter
reading: the dice man
missing: you