8.03.2020

#88

disconnected ranty lines, a couple real things, and another thing i wish i'd written

[07.28.20]

Things get worse or
better or they stay the
same
But my exhaustion
always grows


endless days
taunted by angels
mocked by desert Sun
skin blistered
peeled back to reveal
the wireframe beneath
NPC'd automaton
drifting


[07.29.20]

Discordian Gatsby

what does it
symbolize when you
eat cold fried chicken
alone at a kitchen
counter while the
world crumbles
around you
    (fine,
    i had a couple
    bunless bratwurst
    too)


[07.31.20]

a reply to S—

beneath the flat horizon of my gaze
    a roiling ocean of tears
    always threatening
    to overwhelm

---------------

"Crying a single gigantic tear that is the combined tears of never crying and it comes on with the feeling of a sneeze and caves your head in and you feel normal, but not for that long.

Just long enough to know it wasn't real.

Which means on to new problems.

Which means don't tell me too much because I already care.

Which means I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying.

Growing a single horn on top of your head to begin the digging.

Which means on to new problems."

~Sam Pink, "Your Glass Head Against the Brick Parade of Now Whats"

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