How has this situation presented itself again? This should not have happened. Fuck I don’t want to do it again. Please, it’s too much. You WILL produce a commodity by way of which your value WILL be calculated. Meat market Slave trade.
Jelly during the day. Jelly matrix – increased resistance to doing work. Jelly that cures at night, cheese flavour jelly, does not have so high a coefficient of work resistance. It flows more easily, but again, and I can’t stress this enough, one should be asleep at night. Caffeine control pharmaceutical patrol.
Why bother?
I am feeling bothered – bothered by the fact that I cannot feel my right hand. Unless I am concentrating on it, the lump of flesh slips out of my mind. Numbness a result of sleeplessness. Loch Ness monstress. Crimson cold tool, pink and fleshy, lump of pink flesh. I am not functioning correctly anymore. That’s My Bad, I let the caffeine odometer reach 0 by mistake. My Bad, more drugs please. Pill popping pushing people into the night deeper – more meaninglessly.
Meaningless meaning should be an active choice, not one that is forced onto a person by the pill-pushing big pharma agenda. I am still a commodity. They are going to have to say something meaningful soon. I am holding on for it.
Never hold on too tightly.