That’s how the worth of my days
and years, and hours, long

hours, all of those very slow
minutes, and every last wasted

second are determined. Working
on the clock to labor my wage. Every

beautiful thing is so disdainful. I am

blessed to have a job. At first
it loves you, then it burns. You must

continue seeking and seeking and
seeking, OH GOD

THING? That thing they say
gives you importance. The one. Your soul. That

everlasting need of losing
yourself of so many, many

moments making your breath catching

with no damned
exertion at all. Effortlessness is totally

unobtainable. Being a number, 1 is denied being
a person by a Corporate Personhood

with a math of imaginary
numbers and so many meaningless victims.


1 Comment

  1. Enjoy the moment my friend…the goals are imaginary established also by the system…only you define the joy.

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