Why do so many preach tepidness and apathy
so coolly proclaiming that life is a dish best snored for
when in secrecy these same hardened sardonic types among us
will literally cry after reading articles of say, brave dogs rescuing children?
And indubitably so when the forlorn sensation of someone’s warm lips pressing on their own can have them bay to the moon and pray out for more–––to wake
them up from a self-starving slumber that had fooled them into thinking that we as people are
somehow out here for anything less than finding the beautiful highs
that we can only procure from each other?
Why do so many among us fall into the trap of believing that any of us are above the influence
of beauty, love, art–––the poetry of motion–––and the untrained-for songs of LIFE that all hearts are made to sing?

Fake tough guys have the biggest hearts of all of us.
Just like how Bill Maher now thinks he hates wokeness and in truth it’s only because he was
always woke firstest before woke left the lips of its first wordsmith,
Fake tough guys hate softness only because they weren’t handled right by someone when they
were in their elements offering out as the softest.
Indeed–––Nihilism was only invented by and was always intended for strictly the likes of
fake tough guys.
And all fake tough guys are soft inside.
Just like me.

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