When my utilitarian brain wants to know: Why so much love?
I reply with disdain: Mind your own fucking business! You keep us from walking into glass doors, and let me worry about the size of our heart.
I write poetry, science fiction, and trading bots. Currently working on my debut poetry book 'Love Like Yesterday Didn't Happen'.
When my utilitarian brain wants to know: Why so much love?
I reply with disdain: Mind your own fucking business! You keep us from walking into glass doors, and let me worry about the size of our heart.