I am higher than you now. Sometimes I glance down and see the smiling clouds. I can’t see behind the pressurized tubes coasting through the air. I just a speck to you, a little unnoticeable dot in the sky, and I hardly remember you exist.
the lower I go, the lower I feel.
Lower is a place that is not as high up as higher.
To be lower one must be under.
lower lower lower lower lower
The Lower
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“You’re an asshole, George,” grumbled Emily. “I mean, could you be any lower? Could you be any more of an entitled snotbag who thinks every girl should fall to her knees in front of you and suck your dick?”
George said nothing, looking at his murky reflection in his beer glass. This only encouraged Emily.
“Seriously, man,” she continued. “You want to be desirable without actually showing desirability. You’re a joke. You’re not even ‘nice.'”
“Lower the bar,” they said. It wasn’t an unreasonable request. Did they want it lowered out of malice? Did they not like us? I didn’t think so. After all, they were dwarves. They liked their alcohol just as much as anyone else.
I am higher than you now. Sometimes I glance down and see the smiling clouds. I can’t see behind the pressurized tubes coasting through the air. I just a speck to you, a little unnoticeable dot in the sky, and I hardly remember you exist.
lower than this is hard to get. I want to get up again, but i can’t. what should I do? Call for help or learn how to fly?
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the lower I go, the lower I feel.
Lower is a place that is not as high up as higher.
To be lower one must be under.
lower lower lower lower lower
The Lower
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“You’re an asshole, George,” grumbled Emily. “I mean, could you be any lower? Could you be any more of an entitled snotbag who thinks every girl should fall to her knees in front of you and suck your dick?”
George said nothing, looking at his murky reflection in his beer glass. This only encouraged Emily.
“Seriously, man,” she continued. “You want to be desirable without actually showing desirability. You’re a joke. You’re not even ‘nice.'”
“Lower the bar,” they said. It wasn’t an unreasonable request. Did they want it lowered out of malice? Did they not like us? I didn’t think so. After all, they were dwarves. They liked their alcohol just as much as anyone else.