My pronouns are was/were

Finally called it quits tonight just before Tuesday bled into Wednesday.

Another night burning the midnight oil to keep this commerce engine coughing along… piston rings shot, valve stems bent, every warning light screaming for attention. It is determined to drive itself into the ground. I seem determined to beat it there.

And I will not just scratch the surface. I will plant my tattered flag six feet down.

Before I go quietly into that good night, though, I do have some parting shots for the trust-fund custodians of this machine that better men built…

A time will come, and it ain’t even that far off, when my kind will outlast & eat yours. And if it happens in our lifetime, you better hope somebody else finds you first. Because I fully intend to make a full-course meal out of you and savor. each. bite.