when drinking from a cup with a circumference longer than from thumb to middle finger you must realize you are at seven eleven or a sporting event

feels like i am taking this ‘too seriously’

like my levels of sarcasm are low

feeling a ‘desperate’ sort of panic

might do some carpentering

feeling an abstract longing to perform carpentry

to ‘build’

from a specific distance

while waiting for my career to start

seems like i have been waiting or something

since the pleistocene era

uncounted generations of waiting

for life to end; begin

abstractly wish there were some drugs to do

my feelings of incompetence seem pervasive, universal

feel myself typing something ‘derelict’

so afraid, filled with a panicky sarcasm

feeling homeless

more words, just typing more and more words

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