Habitual regret maintenance 

Sad jobs and small lives 

Still Facebook friends in a normalized comparative social voyeurism kind of way.

What a loud lonely.

Tune in to your favorite ideation station.

We consume and call it rest. We leave no space and say we have no time, when we have decided both the value and purpose of each is ours to decide to destroy.

The exponential emptiness of modern escape seems to be the path of least existence.

Warn your wants

Confide in your consciousness

Protect your perceptions

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