Graceland

My friend told me about visiting a restaurant on its last day of business. The waitress handed him a drink and reaching into her apron she said, "This is my last straw."

It seems like the words will speak themselves. I'm not even writing this. There is a cascading domino line of neurons switching on and off. My soul is written in binary. For this reason I can't comprehend accountability and choices at the moment.  

I have reason to believe we all will be received.