Be not devastated, for brutal truths are not the heart’s sullen funerals, but the truthpicker’s only ticket. pick pick pick, my friends, pick pick

There’s a toast coming up and she knows it’s coming but like bad elevator conversation she’s trapped and can’t escape it. There’s her boss, a stuffed pig preening before the affection of his employees. There’s her cube mate, who must have her hand on the pig’s crotch under the table, the way he spasms in […]