Belittling What Has Become, Displacing From Everyone

 My fantasies taste puzzling

Disproportioned discoveries, I am rumaging amongst them.

Wait a second, wait a tick

Could they be prohibitive?

Or could they become prolific?

What do you think? What do you think?

 

I spit on the ground

Just before me, just to find out

If anything may sprout.

 

Sometimes your thoughts

Or even lack there of, are overbearing

Most outcomes can at first feel dicey...

 

Is this a f*****g dialogue?

Why are we so mulish?

Can be so and make it positive?

 

All of my misery and mistakes

At some point, I am sure

Have been tattled. I am still here.

I have income, a few friends, and a love

So far, I'm not sure how true it is.

RUBBISH. FOOLISH.

 

I will ride this storm out.

I will ride this storm out, I tell you!

 

(I am telling you.)

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[Tim Pryce]

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