The baby is crying in the other room, shrill voice booming through thin walls
It’s been a few months now
Still we don’t know how to reconcile this
Mom sits in a chair and says nothing for days at a time, staring at her feet, shivering
I bound her hands, only to keep her from poking an eye out, she shakes so much

The fetus ejaculating inside her womb
And the dust will never settle

Hack now, or forever hold your peace

Stop crying, goddamnit.

This is nothing to cry about, only a viable solution in an insane usually world full of the
contrary, only watered down drinks and other small distortions of time, energy and space,
temporary diversions that pull you down long enough to render you passive.

Some kind of action must be taken or we will be sitting here at the bar, fuzzy, when the
entire shit storm comes crashing through the door.

We hack now. We muster the courage now, or there is no turning back.