Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve come a long way over these past few seasons. Much ado has been made while very few beds have been. It’s no secret that songs have been written regarding certain elements of a life shared by and with many. Those songs, however, often get lost between pages of thin lines of pink and blue.
Enter the crippled computing device. Dreams be dashed, but not forlorn for long. Up up and away, like a boss we find the digital voice an acceptable substitute in our time of dying. Ill- wishers, we scoff at thee in your present tomfoolery.
These confessions come cradled in layers of hyperbole though nothing has been changed to protect the innocent. The guilty come face to face with the guiltless pleading pardon for the crimes in question.
For the sake of whom do we do what we do?