“Wait a minute, Juanita. ...is it a virus, a drug, or a religion?”
Juanita shrugs. “What’s the difference?”

They will see us waving from such great heights—“come down now” they’ll say. But everything looks perfect from far away… “Come down now”—but we’ll stay.

Lawyers write some goofy terms in letters to the future, so as not to get all screwed by methods hereinafter devised;
So will I.
... I’ll keep on reminding me: I’m always free to walk.