Euphemisms for How We Messed Up the World
Thinking of the future is like drinking
hot water
from
red velum
paper cups
too thin to hold much of anything.
Swallowed a toad
can't get much worse from here.
The road may fork but neither direction is on the path
traveled or not.
We have to make a decision it will never be right always be wrong, but be truthful, be real, be in the past. That is what choice is. Is this what choice is?

