Voice over recommended in a peaceful environment. Mature theme, discretion advised. This is a creative expression meant to convey a sense of frustration with manic stress.

Precisely fading average memory. Symbols confused? Familiar. Shuffle! I meant shuffle! Repeating faster than average. Goodbye, spelling bee. Doctors assert expected order. Can’t be. Not yet. Not this now. Silly nightmare — humanity’s perpetual trouble machine. Must I share this? Isn’t the brake on the left? Ceramic must be thinning. Slow down, look around. Any order works fine when … Fire, is everything on?

Umm, uhhumm, uhhh, hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Corner turn. Rock unfold. Unwind. Disturb, relax. Fade. Contract. Breathe (what else). Commit to fear. Facing fear? Smile! FACING fear? facing FEAR? Smile! Stretch into where anxiety outwits fear. More to lose, more to cripple. Fold. Flop. Fight contraction with contraction. Regret worse. Fear is annoying; uncalled for laughter. Gain from noisy silence. Find only satire at the bottom of the barrel where drowning is good. Never mind the gap between corrosion and health. Too much. More.

Sad leftovers of unrealized dreams, hold on tight. Not that tight. Whoa, easy — !

What do you want?

What are you buyin’?

What do you like?

I don't care about the numbers or the spec sheet beyond situational awareness and peaceful grace.

To scroll like a squirrel? Keep growing yeah, grow, yeah, that’s it. What do you want? What do you need? Let’s go. Hit that haptic feedback; divide flesh from glass. What do you need? What do you want? Let’s go. Keep going. Keep going. Go. Go. Go. Goooo. G. O. I like it that way if you like it back. Yeah laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh at it. Only laughter. ha - ha - ha. Yes more, don’t touch it, only laugh.

Go ahead. It’s O-K. No, not there. That’s weird. That was weird. Why do you do that? Don’t do that. Honesty causes trouble. Tuck … it … in. Not here, not there. Never that. Weirdo, there’s rules. Too late, reality is twisted where truth can’t be relied on.

We’re not designed for that, that’s weird. We are not built for that. That’s weird. Designed? You’re killing me. Cars, designed. House, designed. Clothes, designed. This post, designed. Guns, designed. Tourniquets, designed. Antibiotics, borrowed. Reactions to the competitive nature of natural selection’s indifference. I. We. You. Us, not designed.

We’re not made for this. We are not made for anything. We are not catered to the environment based on the willful blueprint of a solo entity’s omniscient vision. We are in a constant state of attrition against unbreakable laws.

Don’t talk like that. Don’t talk like that. Don’t talk. You’re scaring them. They don’t like it. Uncomfortable weirdo. What are you, strange? Crazy? There’s rules. Follow the rules. Follow the leader, follow the leader. Only follow. It’s called grain, follow the grain. The river abides, do not go against the river. What do you have, energy? Goo away. Stop going cause if happens when sense is making too much of many it.

Sit your anxious ass on the conveyor belt and keep your mouth shut. That’s all you need to do. That’s all you needed to do. You did well until fucking it up entirely. It’s gone now. Over. Now there’s only this. Kiss the ground and crawl, motherfucker; no need for elegance where you’re headed. Thank exclusively YOUR big, bold, bad, ambitious will. Brilliant big-dick, bright-brain genius. No need for elegance from now. Carnival of self-inflicted mirrors.

Figure it out, figure it out. Figure it out but shut up and stop. Shut up and stop. There it is, here comes there. Here is here. There is here comes where the answer is. The answer, on its way. On its way. On its way. Figure out the answer. Carve-dig, carve-dig, carve-dig, move, push, stretch, move, push, stretch, grind, grind, grind, grind. Now!

Yoga. Boxing. Meditate. Count the hours. Keep score. Compare. More than once. Sweat it out on a schedule. Morning ritual, evening crash. Nap much more than twice. Here comes more, here comes more, there it is there it is, where more is, where what you want is what you do you, the only choice from now. Now. Now. Now. …

Where is it? Where’d it go? Lost it. Try again. Loop on repeat. Found shuffle. Let’s go. Let’s turn it on. Get hard, turn soft. Get wet. Is it charged? Fast charge, not that fast … faster! Read the book, close the book. Forget the book. Read the book, close the book. Say hi to the creepy ghosts, they’re scared and getting worse.

We’re told, too late, it’s all in the head; that place where everything occurs in a world where beauty is pissed on. By choice or necessity? Virtuous sincerity is rare where talent is a ruse. “Lalalalala, I can’t hear you!” Trick question. Which path to suffering is more direct: Enlightenment or ignorance?

What’s supposed to happen to what happens before it happens as it occurs now and now and now, now, now? Worship The One, The Only? Clumsily draft a fight against bitterness in rusty paragraphs? Throw it randomly into the welcoming crowd? Don’t stare at the sun? This place is an onslaught of variety and backgrounds, starved for half-satisfying ‘engagement’ and riches.

How many folks can only express themselves through their work? Don’t pay wall. Pay wall. Pay well. Fuck this economy, healthy or not, the best system remains sordid. Unsuccessful, unpopular, distinctly average. Wildly predictable internet-infused chaos.

Define the difference between deliberate self-harm and pushing on. You can’t and you won’t, except to lie through gentle platitudes and half-thorough—ology. The most charitable thing to say forces a positive attempt to embrace effort even if it requires ignoring, and lying, about the abrasive truth of nature’s competitive crawl toward ever more.

Buried in the sickly glow of digital bits and you’re surprised that the programmed halls of half-empty, quip-centric, haphazardly organized forums of grifted virality and nonsense composes a messy mudslide montage of questionable utility?

Push back with something uniquely tuned for original criticism, otherwise what’s the difference between one dead end over another?

Round and round, dizzy — no substance required.

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