flesh will drop from your bones as sure as mine.  i promise.
who's  first?  who will really care just years from now?
then you and i will be the same.  whether i as a poor slave
(of my own naivety of capitalism) or you
(as the mistress of your own self-directed soul)...we'll stroll
in the end, post co-temporal, into eternity, not alone, but as bone.
dog-gone bone.  so suck on that.