Just put down the bottle
Don’t listen to what you’ve consumed
It’s chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy
Of feeding and it’s wholly untrue
You may feel no purpose nor a point for existing
It’s all just conjecture and gloom
And there may not be meaning, so find one and seize it
*
Marriage tip:
Have too much gin and get in a faux-argument with your partner about potential crab-shaped dishwashing robots and what happens when one of them malfunctions.
*is its name Timothy? (Obv)
*will you send it to the recycler or the mechanic?
*if it can only be partially repaired, do you return it to service, knowing it will burden the other crab-robots, or retire it for scrap?
*if sent for recycling what is your responsibility toward the units inheriting its parts?
*Poor Timothy MkII. It didn’t ask for this. Do you establish a scholarship for their programming?
*What if they are accepted to a prestigious but expensive program like Robo-Carleton? What if they choose to major in Robo-Arts instead of Custodial Studies?
If this discussion takes more than twenty minutes your marriage is likely sound.
oh to stroll through an art museum hand in hand
