like real people do

Me: So Leonard Cohen is saying he's ready to die.

Even if you are the Golden Calf you are better than money or government and I have bent my knee

Scientists and saints expect revelation and do not fear it.

I stopped to listen, but he did not come. I began again with a sense of loss. As this sense deepened I heard him again. I stopped stopping and I stopped starting, and I allowed myself to be crushed by ignorance. This was a strategy, and didn't work at all. Much time, years were wasted in such a minor mode. I bargain now. I offer buttons for his love. I beg for mercy. Slowly he yields. Haltingly he moves toward his throne. Reluctantly the angels grant to one another permission to sing. In a transition so delicate it cannot be marked, the court is established on beams of golden symmetry, and once again I am a singer in the lower choirs, born fifty years ago to raise my voice this high, and no higher.

my face when someone tries to get me to join in on a convo making fun of another girl's looks