Regulate

Best spam poetry to date: "of the apartment, asked me the reason. I made bold to tell her. As for me, my own affairs are regulate, as I have nothing".
Beautiful.

Not so clever

For a better self.
Look to history.
Execute a plan.

Review.
Re-plan.
Renew.

C word

I am involved in one if the most artificial occupations on the planet. It worries me that it maybe totally vacuous. It worries me that I am wasting my time. Is their any hope in this artifice? Will time tell?

What evs bro...

Sterile

Why do I feel like emotion and cliche are the same thing?
A terrible bind if it is in anyway true.
Maybe it has to be true?
Perhaps shared experienced leads to familiarity? Which then leads to a cynism concerning emotion and behaviour seen to be more mimiced than born from honesty.
Just a thought.
Where does simply being end and where does acting start?

Oversleeping and late for work

Death of a close relative.
Broken glasses.
Not mine though, but in the dream I wore them.
Argument with work colleagues.
Crying in my sleep.
Probably why I feel lighter this morning.
That's twice in two weeks.
Give me a target on which to focus.
Clean up my mess.
Smaller than most.
Not small enough for me.

I am Dear Fuckhead II

Misleading.
Everything and everyone lies.
Insight is a con.
Talk is waste.
Permanent falsehoods, red herrings.
I know no one and nothing. Myself included.
Fuck everything.

Standard contradiction

Proposal.

Eliminate.
Eliminate generosity.
Eliminate irrelevance.
Eliminate waste.
Eliminate distraction.

Less contact.
More work.
Zero tolerance.