A corpse on the tarmac Instead of a bird Concrete and brick Instead of a world As seen through a dirty window pane: The demiurge joke of the mundane

Much of human relationships are sensory. Very few people are going to buy into this. It can't replace the smell, the feel and the presence of a lost loved one. It is a grief program that lacks the self-awareness to know it is moribund.

Put me on your waiting list.

Every large shop should have a waiting area for bored partners, with comfy seats and a few vending machines. Maybe some crayons.

Pfft, ain't that the truth.

Oh, I did that too. Was it important?

I'm doing carrot and parsnip.

I think it's exemplified because it is still dropped in the US equivalent of RP. So it sounds less natural.

I know plenty of cockneys that drop their hs too.