I am almost 3000% percent sure that no one cares what I have to say at any given point in time. In fact, I have been interrupted by almost everyone I’ve spoken with today. On one occasion, I was actually asked about my “problem”, and then interrupted when my answer was apparently too boring.
I suppose I will just be quiet and wait for my turn to talk.
one day i will stand resigned
under a pink supernova sky
feeling the earth shake and bake.
this ugly chemical trap,
my body,
is delicately glued together.
its' atoms are tenuous and predestined as first kisses-
threatened with imminent reduction.
i am microbes,
I am skin dust,
hair follicles and vein mush,
hastily splattered cosmic goop,
and unlikely neural connections which appear ever more comical
as i sit behind my storybook eyes,
dreaming hours away.
i think facebook may be harming my psyche. further.
don't you worry that involuntary exposure to thousands of logos per day from the time you are an infant has a permanent damaging effect on your mind? even if you logically realize that drinking Sprite is not going to make you more attractive/creative/generally awesome, HOW DO YOU FUCKING FEEL PSYCHOLOGICALLY AND/OR SUBCONSCIOUSLY WHEN YOU SEE A CAN OF SPRITE after watching 20 years worth of commercials where average people slam a can of sprite and suddenly gain awesome fucking superhuman powers? i find logos offensive, and people who voluntarily wear logos generally seem to be "not all there" to me. whatever that means. it's possible i'm the one who's "not all there," but seriously, don't you feel like an asshole wearing a t-shirt with a giant Abercrombie logo on it? you are a walking billboard. how does that NOT fill you with existential dread????
