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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