It's not that I go out of my way not to
talk to you.
It's not that I don't want to talk
today.
It's not that I don't want to talk
again.
It's not your fault that I'm an
extraterrestrial,
Perpetually unable to agree
On anything that humans actually
believe.
I'm just overly attracted to a life
Where hours don't turn into the
assembly line
At an outrage factory.
Who's not with me?!
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