I’m still hung up on comparing apples to facts, can someone please silence that barking cat, I’m trying to fucking nap and relax and he just keeps laughing at me in my tracks. I can’t believe I even offered to pay the tax. Maximum impact, minimum contact, a who’s-who of a formidable focusing on the abstract, all the gifted wizards of modernity agreed to my pact but fuck that, I take it back, I’m not giving you anything I packed, the odds are stacked when you’re not intact, the drugs are all mine so go ahead and react, the holy grail of our times is an absurd final act.

I’m so tired but am I finally rewired? Am I finally well enough to get myself fired? Am I finally going to find myself getting inspired? Am I finally going to live up to all that transpired? My tears are always mired in anger and desire, I tried to believe it made sense to retire so I applied in good faith but your god doesn’t hire.