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They say a kingdom divided against itself cannot stand. They made no mention of the heart.
He always thinks because I’m reading, I’m not doing anything. There is no greater plague to an introvert than the extroverted.
“It doesn’t … bother you?” I ask him. “What I am?” “Bother. That’s a tiny-ass word for a gory big thing.” He scratches his buzzed head. “A crotch rash bothers me. Bad fish bothers me. Entitled dickweeds bother me. This …” He shrugs. “Piss on it. You like my angle more than any other pisshead in the worlds. Figure I’d return the favor, even if I really am bigger than your rusty ass.”
“You love women, but you do not enjoy us.”
“When you are in the salt, you feel like every gale is the world ender. Every wave the greatest that has been. These boys ride the gales in rapture at their own glory. But every now and then, a true storm rises. It shatters their masts and rips the hair from their heads. They do not last long till the sea swallows them whole. But their mothers have wept their deaths long before, as I wept for yours the first day we met.”
All eyes see their own way.
Man will end. That is the fact accepted, but never discussed.
