The
look on Cynthia’s face when I asked the question was the strangest. I wondered
if I should worry about it or not. Because, Cynthia was one girl I
never understood: she was a really
Steering my hot soup Seeing steam bubble Thinking how all we came Existence therefrom And every want to rise to fame Without breaking a simple sweat Bullshit the leper and the lame ladies around having no shame Rise and fall is all about death