a little something for the return i did not for the moment but the moment never came now we are really trying to straighten out ourselves on this journey where are you headed back to from where the kitchen for what for the bagels and cheese put myself back within the margins of something odd something off something in the way she moves back into the video was said and done a little funny movement downstairs was i looking to get down and dirty on it like a little gesture for fun and then a nap throw light on the whole evening throw shade on my reputation throw the whole evening throw yourself away for another day looking good in those pants turning over another leaf i will turn you inside out bury my soul inside you in search of the earth from where you come
at least we remembered the water at this pinpoint needed no getting through without a bit of want this is going to be the last sip the final the reason why we are doing anything worth doing getting done getting them in there while the getting is good as much as we can sorting out the priorities and putting off pleasure delaying gratitude beyond the grave here there everywhere in another level doing slow food savoring the push the Sisyphus work challenge lack lust fulfillment imperceptible scratches in a diamond rough dogs
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eventually we dont buy it at all any more because we are exploiting our own bees that fly around ad make a masala of honey that you will get no where else it just aint for sale i mean you and i eat it that is enough there is enough for ourselves and no one else we are not going into the honey making business flooded by syrup there is no competition we are just stepping out of the consume off the shelf stepping off the shelf freeing up a little bit of the product of the syrup on the shelf there will be more for the other a little more exploitation of our own labour of our own abilities of our time to get up in the morning to do the rounds and early to bed to do it all again tomorrow instead at staring at a screen the other can spend their life in front of the screen they are out of our way buy the cheapest shit and consume the entertainment package so we produce for ourselves so that our life can continue without causing the trouble in damage in theft just in order to stay alive for we are still animal and the breeding continues without thought rhyme no reason the body drives the reproduction spew forth genetic material viral vitality societal value is recognised in its minimisation of the general good if we take a hit all those productives out there are not getting more out of it what if we are all alike that would be universalising
at least we remembered the water at this point needed no getting through it without a bit of water this is going on to the last sip the last without it ever knowing being the last that is why we keep doing the things so worth doing so worthwhile getting them in there as much as we can sorting out the priorities and putting off delaying the gratification finding them here there and everywhere along the way in the process on another level doing slow savoring pushing through the sisyphus work challenge lack luster fulfillment perceptible no change imperceptible change scratches in the diamond surface
if our intelligence were not artificial enough self appropriated self anointed self applauded getting a little clean whilst getting a little messed up flesh on the screen flash between the hands seeking out that high again and again never getting there say it give it to me uninterrupted plane just to get it out of the system done that now moving along do it again but better practice that is the hard part
soup kitchen for the necks roughing it out on the streets plenty of home content creators doing just that for a little content on the couch not really not knowing cannot get through it themselves in any honest sense the machine continues to move t the side we are replacing the working class with algorithms a little pitch too i have grown accustomed to change the angle to which i sit at the desk to get the hammering out the idea off and running away at the mouth wherever is the glass of water i am parched this station is a gas look in the cupboard for a trickle of whiskey something over forty percent to keep this ship straight