abismal, sometimes it happens. going gross. stale ryvita sucking the moisture out of mouths. speech dry as a duck. entertainment filtered to the consumer. yellow vision, the letters starting to blur as the hand ticks, moving closer to the place i want it. everyone disappears, following their dreams to a cosy hole, smugly staying til fat and eventually dead. i see the signs, as they all enjoy playing grown up, not realising that no one ever really does. we're all just pretending. its essential for survial in this construct. shouldnt be so immature should i? must be missing something. planning ferociously, making up time. bandaging relationships, cutting ties. another van speaks as it reverses. thanks for the warning.
water off a duck's back. something isnt working.
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