[text ID: Oh, the body, its hungers, needs, and limitations. You look at somebody and you realize that they’re in there, inside there, somewhere, and how will you ever reach them, understand them? /end ID]
[text ID: Love, love, go ahead and have another plate of it, it doesn’t run out. Of course, I wonder if they love me back, which is, really, besides the point. /end ID]
[text ID: Sure,
we go to the bar to drink, and we drink to get drunk, but peel back that layer
and there’s yet another: we get drunk to leak a little truth. We get drunk so
we can say things, often things we’ll want to be able to deny later. end ID]