If reality was a fruit, no one would eat it.
That shit would rot on the shelves.
You get good at conjuring ways to avoid it.
Things to get upset about.
Groups to fall into.
Things to focus on.
Meaningless things to fill your time.
Bitter.
It’s a bitter fruit,
Good for ya though.
(they sound like baboons in cages…)
Oh for sure,
It’s a zoo out there.
I’m just saying it’s probably better to look at it.
Better than distractions..
(you earn that time..it’s yours to waste)
And you get to be somebody.
So you get to feel like some shit…but alas.
It’s all delusion.
Easy to get wrapped up in it, if everyone else does it too.
(say something heavy 🤣)
Alright..
“You can’t synthesize purpose.”
(but you can trick yourself 🤣🤣)
Like a master.
You can become quite skilled at distractions, and you can replicate identity.
(but we’re all gonna die someday?)
We are.
Leave flowers or leave a piss stain.
You be dying someday..
(bleak)
Alright!
We’re out of it.
I know I’ve been typing at least a year,and there was an earlier section where I typed for two years…
After all those letters..
After all that garbage,
I’d still recommend it.
I still think it’s good for you.
Hiss..
Air ball.
(mulligan?)
No mulligans in this thing.
For purity.
And that’s why everything has to be dog shit 🐕
No second chances, aging child.
Grown infant.
(you wanna fight 😏?)
I’d like to be left alone for a little while..
(Chicken shit..)
Fighting with yourself on paper…it’s a bad look. Not the best foot to put forward.
(then You care, and you’re full of shit)
Let’s not do this right now.
Lemme skip tomorrow.
dawn 