and I build
I clockwork create
Social media bilge rats swarming around my crossed , stiff, unwoken legs
I die a thousand half-deaths,
But none brings me closer to myself and I hide
Stacks rolls and rumble, sheets rustle
and I am still trying to find out how to explain why two images in sequence create not one- not two- but three revolutionary meanings
and why does anyone give a single shit and what the hell am I worth anyway.
mellow mellow casual causal relationship between flow and word count
“get it understood”?
this paper is going to be late and unimpressive and i feel like i’m lettin him down