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"my children, there is such a thing as a creature with a soul" so begins the bedtime story that echoes in the undertow "and it's name is man" silver-eyed creatures listen in rapt silence "what is a soul, my children? a soul is a thing that you cannot understand if you do not have it" the ripples and eddies of the surface are too distant to be noticed too distant to draw attention "then what can it matter to us, my children, if it cannot be understood?" they all lean in this is their favorite part "is he any better for having it you may ask, my children? can he slip beneath the waves quick as a fish? can his eyes see in the muddy

A Meditation on the Value of Relationships, as Determined by Microsoft Excel I'm never gonna get the hang of this love thing I'm too preoccupied with tossing the dice and calculating the totals The means medians modes and many more measures And stacking and switching them Pie charts and bar graphs With a nice round number For everything from kindness to kinks Nice primary colors and proper spacing Works of art Fit for the finest of powerpoint presentations I'm not going to reveal any names But you're all there No matter how inconsequential In fact, it's rather funny to see your Stubby Little Bar Surrounded by nice long recta