No Man Is a Fantasy Island, but Most Men Are a Fantasy Isthmus
You can’t cut the cord
When you are the cord
Connecting what you’ve been told you must do
With
How you will inflict that burden on others
Other works by Chris Gaither...
Before: “What a piece of junk!” After: “She’ll make .5 past lightspeed. She may not look like much, but she’s got it where it counts, kid. I’ve made a lot of special modifications myself.”
Once abandoned You may as well approach life– Meaning God– With reckless abandon Because what have you got to lose
