word on the written screen is terrifying me again, time to go back inside, everything else can be external
compartmentalized is aspects of this life, where some things are okay and other things not
it kind of sucks to be a human now i guess, perhaps our time will finally just fade away
"oh well, i never had a plan anyway," one thinks drinking a three day old glass of water before pouring it into fake flower pot, "maybe I'll just go away," and so one went to the floor five or six sets of marbles
nothing like it to happen again for quite some time is one way to put it, but then, to him, it all seemed starting to happen like before, but this time it just wasn't the same
i’ve been mostly thinking about what it’s like to be human, u kno... despite it all and, with never really leaving my home to begin with, i’ve seemed to have avoided many affilictions in the past
so why would i step from my doorway towards the stoop as I do now, and go on towards the overpass and watch the cars heading east home, receiving blends of fumes now in my lungs, just venus and the moon in the grey early evening spectrum of tonight
"i'm something of a past person to myself," one thinks, "and nobody is seeing what I am seeing right now, this, a shooting star, and mostly, everything has been awful and everybody has been meaning to come see me, my friend's are planning a trip to canada they assume me to still be joining, and barryl wanted to see me again for some reason but i can't get myself thinking about it now while sitting in the courtyard so beside myself from other people that i barely notice being alone and it's totally killing me"
as, while, or how the world being the way things are there seems perhaps nothing in the way of a problem, one must fill a head with what to look away with
it must have made me someone else by now, someone i don't have a lot in common with
am i concerned with the outside world? could i possibly even care? all these things and more, those other people, you really start to get a picture of them
why do i stand and get up for so many things i don't believe in? why can't i just walk away?
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