Works.

Yes.
Why?
Into thinness.
Air?
That is a fair question.
Then answer.
No, it is work.
What is work?
The shirking.
What do you shirk?
Quirks, in myself.
Which quirks?
Wrong question.
What question, then?
Use your why.
When did you get this way?
Which way?
It's all confusion with you.
Do I look confused?
I am confused.
I thought your name was
stop it.
Oh, lower case now.
What are you doing?
Contrariness is one my quirks, nested under others.
You are not like bullet points.
No, I am like a bird nest with a bullet future.
That is dark.
People are dark.
What does that mean?
Dichotomies, my friend.
You are a mystery.
That is lazy.