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I tire of these bored and faded associations. Loose about the memory and slow to merit. All hex when my failure is in your success..such wisdom, such effort.

There is no miracle in a pairing of fate…the true wonder is in a separation. Grasps of independence hold no favors

It’s easy to read the note left behind….but only one can read the note the world wrote to

I feel like I exist in this reality where employers expect you to provide improvement…change…evolution.

How about why the fuck should I work for you ..have you got your shit together? Can you provide a peaceful and bountiful career that gives me a sense of fulfilment? And if so motherfucker….that’s not a reason for you to skimp on benefits.

Tell me why I, a time limited being should contribute more than 50% of my awoken time to help you succeed?!?!!?

A lifetime in one day…I’ma have to slow it down baby

Consistent negativity in a world of order is sure to make one a fan of chaos. At least then there’s a chance for something good