Empedolces Claims That In Utero, Our Backbone

I Am Messaging You To Say That I Love You, And That You're Completely Wrong About Me Thinking You're Stupid. I Always Thought You Could Teach Me Things. I Was Always Waiting. You're Not Like The Others. You Say Things That No One Expects You To. You Think You're Stupid. You Want To Be Stupid. But You're Someone People Could Learn From.

My Idea Of Life, It's What Happens When They're Rolling The Credits.

The Sky Was As Blue As A Stupid Postcard, And The Islands Were As Green As Islands.

Certain Elements Of Teen Life That, 10 Years Ago, Were Very Important To Me Still, Are Becoming Less So As I Get Older. I Mean, Ive Kinda Gotten Over, I Guess Im Saying, The Fact That I Had Trouble Getting A Date For The Prom.

Empedolces Claims That In Utero, Our Backbone Is One Long Solid; And That Through The Constriction Of The Womb And The Punishments Of Birth It Must Be Snapped Again And Again To Form Our Vertebrae; That For The Child To Have A Spine, His Back Must First Be Broken