fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

am i supposed to keep writing?

am i just some kind of diversion?

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is this what i'm supposed to be? is that more than just someone's body? is this supposed to be your body, why do you think so? is this my purpose is it the goal some kind of puppet, made to give it everything i got? what if its not enough. am i just to fill a room? to make small talk? to make someone feel superior? to inspire? do you depend on others? or, like Brits here, i expend to make others spend and i get the money, go home. get the money and run get the money and run run away to the bank laughing laughing work it work it take em for all their worth i work to be assigned worth so that i may be assigned with a dollar value i work therefore i am i have to study i dont have time for you i dont have time for you i'm too busy for you i'm much too busy i have to work so that i can work so that my kids can work i dont care if people are dying for my company and vote as long as i can work and go home and sit and sleep so sleepy i'm so busy i cant see you i'm sleepy can we do this some other time? can we not do this now? i'm not interested anymore i dont care i dont care i dont care work for work and come home sit down for must see tv consume and die you've got no choice, everyone says so otherwise you're not a productive part of society not productive otherwise you are not productive otherwise you are not product

but...

you are not product. are you? kept in a sterile environment, shrink-wrapped to attain an extended sell-by date. not understanding that you are allowed outside the cage when the door is open it does not mean its only time for another feeding. change is not just in your pockets
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck

scares me

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