THIS IS A POEM...YES, A POEM
Interdependent thought - so he said to me "How much do you care?"
"What?"
"How much do you care?"
What the fuck? "How much do I care about...what?"
"Anything."
"Anything? Like what?"
He sighed exaggeratedly. "You always have to be so literal, so straight-down-the-line. I don't know. What do you think about oranges, life on Mars, birthday cards, the revenge of nature?"
"The revenge of nature?"
"You better believe it. Those trees are well fucked off man. They're out for blood."
"Or sap."
"Or sap."
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