I was going to say something like:
hey I want to keep things cool at work, but I would prefer if we never spoke again. ever
thanks
and then realized his amount of idiocracy was far too grand to worry with a request
quite smitten with the word whimsies
when I imagine whimsies I take pictures off kittens and jacked lighter collections
if you think that god is a mountain there is no reason to also love the murderers with pitchfork nightgowns in the soft wet of the morning
dancing on salt blocks
deeply considering wrist warmers for this evangelical freeze up in this here
its a whimsies cult:
does god want you to say whimsies
you had me at whimsies
yeah it was just not meant to be
like nothing happened