you recite their names so drunkenly rehearsed, just like the backwards alphabet.
and incase you haven't quite yet guessed;
i'm cutting ties with people like you.
life is too short to have "your kind of fun".
and some people meet like meteors, crashing together; a collision of romance endlessly, either they sparkle on for light-year after light-year, or they collapse; falling to the basement of the universe to remain unmarked existent "now" and ready for the other worlds to come.