#422 Hanging on

We're all pretty much the same.

Packed tightly in our skintight skin is a bumpy clump of slippery organs and brittle bones. Yes, you're a pile of bones, I'm a bucket of blood, you're a slab of muscle, I'm a chunk of chub. And no matter what we got squeezing through our veins, zooming through our brains, and dripping out our drains, one big thing just always remains.

We're all pretty much the same.

We're all pretty much the same.

We're all pretty much the same.

Baby brains buzz and little eardrums ...