THE WRITER MUST EAT -> patreon.com/trn1ty <- blah! ideas with no tangibility; ideas with irrelevant supports; ideas without value; ideas' witlessness; ideas' witnesses; ideas- <^> 2023-09-23 My paycheck was $548. no tape assembly easy carry handles with lift off lid strong, double wall construction reusable no tape we're sticky ourselves while our words bounce off your skin they reflect and cut into our shells so many razor blades in my back i look like i lost a saw trap easy carry so easy to get carried away last time i was told to make them get the message they almost got carried away on a stretcher bury a stray bullet in your heart and lift off the lid see the lead beat with your organs warm metal surgery the wall is textured like the painter didn't care because he didn't your wallet's empty like your broke ass didn't work because you didn't bitch keep walking bitch keep walking butterfly knife in my right hip pocket button quietly pops a scooter handle off it and i have an EMP just in case shit gets rough you never know what could happen getting groceries times is tough bitch keep walking AC hum a hostess apple pie gets eaten in a rush "become ungovernable" bitch that's us sisyphus in zeno's paradox only rolls up twenty million sisyphuses surrounding the top any rookie with a boulder is a threat sell space at the zenith make amateurs pay rent get defenestrated by straight finesse another has been for the history texts and yet the only ones with the truth are the ones who can't use it or the ones who are useless or the ones who have interests so vested they can't wrestle their mind away. they lose it to multibillion dollar trademarked facelessness empathy's a weapon and capital can't stop testing it and your heaven sent neolib is already in the dem trenches "thank bernie for giving the overton window to leftists" puppet parrot puppy left it for lobby dollar moral debting netorare i've been having car troubles bang bang from the engine keeps me up bang bang in the streets keeps me up bang bang when i find my crew slacking bang bang knock at the door, classy bang bang bitch too loud, so i slap him bang bang in the head disrespecting me bang bang in the head dissecting me bang bang in the head expecting me bang bang in a bitch's head for testing me bang bang and i'm home and in bed and free bang bang the metal arm strikes the bell bang bang shoes hit doorstep on the way out bang bang get in and start the car bang bang <^> No rights reserved, all rights exercised, rights turned to lefts, left in this corner of the web.