i detect a trace amount of piss in the public pool, turn purple & foam at the mouth. i scream as the lifeguard injects me with piss antidote

And [my friends who are also turning 40 are] all shacked up and a couple of kids deep, for the most part. And I’m here with you, eating a burger, just contemplating existence. Trying to fill my days with as much nonsense as I possibly can.

The moths of extinction will eat my brain as they will my clothing and it will all disappear.