But I know how to fall. I am good at it.
In the tub he told me about leaders and we tried to fix everything that was mixed up upstairs. That is the way with us. Always from below correcting other peoples' heavens. But perhaps I should explain what I mean by fix. The women of the men upstairs are powder soft and their men are unshaven and with unsanded wills. We down here burn and boil and we do it now only to ourselves and perhaps a stray fuck here and there, but we can't watch this silly waltz any longer so we go back upstairs and turn up the volume and mix the drinks and squander the pace and we strum so hard the tension begs us to break it. This is our fix.
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