what is the point of these 24 hour day struggles? no amplitude, no misuse, no cream of sugar under the spoon. Im leaving to one place or the other,
just any place behind the next one, forward of yesterday.
Any happy wasted happy whatever fuck - bizzare, bankrupt and dependant,
the deep end dark. Do we really not afford to work?
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