Obligations are looming like a silver specter, no protectors will hover over us and be our crimson curtain or last resort

a witty retort won't detach the dread, only lock it in, twisted like a Friday evening

twisted like a view of self until we get that morning coffee or Reishi elixir, we've become fixtures on our desks, never having quite enough time for a fruitful dialogue between:

The mind and its vessel

or

You and your opposition. 

No, it's log in, log out, clocking in and clocking out. Robotic limbs force the body forward into the next dollar's haven and the next and the next… just as our ancestors intended right? F*** it all. 

I just want to create, love my lover and be lo...

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