iller than a sick day

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flagelo social son los robot

I believe your statement is not entirely accurate. The “average man” lives to service debt. Literally has nothing left to lose. Can’t afford medical care, retirement or housing. Average men everyday off themselves or are left to die under an overpass after another mass layoff in exchange for more gold in modern Henry XVI’s pockets. Don’t get me wrong, I believe the free market is an efficient path to abundance and prosperity but come on something has to give.

nothing, night

and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass - pj

2019 humanity hanging by a thread, burning up our last rock, what will ET believe, can these sounds save us?
There reaches a point in a person's life when we just don't want to feel bad, decision to ignore, denial set in. Feeling better, disregard the situation. There it is, the monster in its cave. Feed it. It is always a choice. Depression always lurking in the background. The life we want to live, the feelings we entertain.

Zombied at my desk. Everything spinning round and round in circles. Frequent trips to the bathroom to pass out on the floor. No lunch, stomach churning, skin crawling, right eye can’t see straight. Feels like the entire brain right lobe got dropped on the pavement, then some little kids kicked it around and now crows are picking at it in the gutter.

34 and for some odd reason decided last night Tuesday was the perfect opportunity to have a cold forty at 9pm. That malt liquor took me out behind the barn. Malt liquor is some heavy shit. I can still taste the malt 20 hours later. Feel like an excavator jackhammer inside my skull. Feelings of disappointment and disillusionment reign supreme. Energy level will be a week to recover.