People with no asphalt leading to their doors, whose feet take them where they need to go, or people with trust funds or bagpipes or exit wounds. We could keep this up, but our we is shrinking. Lift up a stone, find a work ethic to rival ours. Think of all the fat men in sunglasses who have buttons to push. I agree, I don't like the way they flatten their a's, the unbreathable fabric they wear, but you don't know the first thing about syllables.
Any twin can become an exile, just bring money into the mix.
Some clubs you choose, some there's no way to lose. Too little rain to remain an island, so always keep one hand free. Be intimate with strangers. Your life is in all of our hands. When sameness begins closing in, get out the spyglass, bring on the pogo sticks.