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Everyday my email is full of propaganda. Marketing adds for job websites I may or may not have signed up for, obfuscating the opportunities that could be brought for one who apparently cannot apply in person
I sell myself on my charisma, i just need them to talk to me
And the border keeps me from working in the country that holds my great loves
With housing figured out its almost enraging, frustrating
I feel the need to extrapolate into the blues
The tell tale signs of rot
The meta cognitive games we play to interact with each other
The relativity of intelligence
The system integration I reject for its eldritch horror, but the old ways are gone
At least hear
Burning bridges, collecting the hard luck fucks of fury, I throw my hands out in the air cutting down the motion of trying to thumb a ride, relenting to the forces of time throughing my though off track, back down to the lane of pain where one finds the dreams of the white lines on the highway.
Love, what is it but a chemical concoction mixed up in the soup, a strong reaction driven by those who get you off be it physical or in a more cerebral state, the sexiest soups got both but to many people don't need a reason to complain
Wanting to consume cigarettes, fund my addiction that's a little form of satisfaction, measly ants want more out of life but this is my boulder and its keep one satiated possibly squandered but at least focused on achievable goal, over and over again