Birdland

I am a city, said the crow.

You might back down, said the town.

I only go up.

Well, there are other meanders if you go all the way. 

That seems extreme.

Loss is to confidence as depression is to motion.

Failure is the only option.

Who's radical now?

Life's only aphorism is death.

What kind of city are you?

The poorly thought out type.

Me too.

You're a vulture.

Yes, I eat aphorisms for every meal.

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