Wednesday was a long one. After I went offline I couldn't believe how much it took outta me. 
Home in 5 minutes, stripped down. An hour puttering around to pass out. Woke up during the news. 
To the sound of the grate, someone being buzzed in. Feels like I was running during the whole thing. 
The air is hot and heavy, but I don't sweat. The tube is palliative, more and more often just a blanket white noise. 

I can't see the images for what they are, there was hardly any snow. I waited and waited til zero came, 
and then I had to go. Whether or not you were up for it. There was the matter of the threepack vids and 
Purplefa6 was "itchin' to get his paws on 'em". It doesn't matter how much of myself I put into the project. 
I can smell the impending crash like the day they decided to outlaw Auslander. The headlines screamed for blood. 
Forget your lessons, descend into malice and chaos: Banish the SINLESS, separation and wanton calculations. 
It would've been the shame of a nation had there been anyone to voice against the movement. But there was none.

     I'm so tired. 

I don't have credit because I haven't been stamped by the proper authorities. 
I can't purchase anything bigger than a breadbox because I don't have credit. 
I've been wearing the same things since I first got here half a dozen years ago. 

At least my nape sports nothing else than the day's grime and honest sweat. 
No barcode for me, thanks. I actually sleep at night. 
When my body powers down and I think of what I haven't any plans of becoming.

Razorsharp crease, regiment stripe tie, 100% Servile. 
Corporate whore. Where do you find time away from the hivemind?
 

last up 04 05 +1 @ 16 13