the way things feel during warmer days never carries on to the way things feel during colder days. what is too much to ask for won't ever be asked, for there is simply too much to ask. there are too many unanswered questions, even in answering all of the questions.
can life be reheated? broiled into rebirth? is life something that will just run flat, to where we won't be able to get anything out of the tube? where is the good stuff, the stuff we can use? is settling for humdrum... it?
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