Space and time offer no satisfaction,
Working for food that perishes?
Trying to scratch the perpetual itch.
So immediately distraught,
Such immediate distress destroys
your momentary solitude.
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3 comments:
I'm perishing without food at work, does that count? Anyway, I like it.
Okay, I think I'm having a dual identity crisis. THAT WAS MEEEEEEEE> and by MEEEEEEEE, I mean: Sarah. Gah, that is annoying.
I know who you are. Don't forget the added complication of Phillary and all. We are all actually just functioning out of one subconsciousness anyway.
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