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Jonathon Todd
Somewhere around the fifth cup of coffee, with sugar, cream, quick stir and sigh: you begin to realize that forcing alertness at 3am is fucking absurd.
Repetition:
Watching faces come and go aggressively, pocketing, flickering, full of hunger and worries.
...
My stomach knots up when I see a car full of people pull up. No longer metaphor, it is a psycho-psychical reaction, like pulling your hand away from a flame.
Dehumanizing work goes both ways: you are the object of angst for others, and you develop a gut angst towards others (even those who are genuinely sincere)
Step outside for a quick smoke, under a cold moon, quiet except for the occasional car, it is peaceful.
The body was not meant to do this.
Short girls / neon green shirts, stoned, ordering mashed potatoes, grasping and grinning:
suggesting contempt....Ha!
Again, coffee. Next rush, I loathe food, I know I should care but I do not.
Mistakes and empathy, and too much wishing and the music is bland, and I will go home and sit in the sun and blink,
It's not the idle which scares me, it's the incessant demand to move and to take this seriously.
How do you take this seriously? When it is clearly a joke?
How do you keep pushing the body to go?
Out side again, someones car door alarm is beeping, I hear feet shuffling, wind echos, I know the man, nice enough: smokes Newport's and always asks for extra matches.
Shit, someone just ordered. I can't even finish my cigarette. Announce the cross, carried poor, nothing romantic / just consistency that sticks to your boots. Now it's all over me and I feel unclean, ah geez what is this nonsense?
Another smoke, hands shaking, thrown into a steal beam, I can't take this job and want to scream of break glass or something.
Christ I'm loosing it.
Now mop, push around dirty water, back and forth...good like that...
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Somewhere around the fifth cup of coffee, with sugar, cream, quick stir and sigh: you begin to realize that forcing alertness at 3am is fucking absurd.
Repetition:
Watching faces come and go aggressively, pocketing, flickering, full of hunger and worries.
...
My stomach knots up when I see a car full of people pull up. No longer metaphor, it is a psycho-psychical reaction, like pulling your hand away from a flame.
Dehumanizing work goes both ways: you are the object of angst for others, and you develop a gut angst towards others (even those who are genuinely sincere)
Step outside for a quick smoke, under a cold moon, quiet except for the occasional car, it is peaceful.
The body was not meant to do this.
Short girls / neon green shirts, stoned, ordering mashed potatoes, grasping and grinning:
suggesting contempt....Ha!
Again, coffee. Next rush, I loathe food, I know I should care but I do not.
Mistakes and empathy, and too much wishing and the music is bland, and I will go home and sit in the sun and blink,
It's not the idle which scares me, it's the incessant demand to move and to take this seriously.
How do you take this seriously? When it is clearly a joke?
How do you keep pushing the body to go?
Out side again, someones car door alarm is beeping, I hear feet shuffling, wind echos, I know the man, nice enough: smokes Newport's and always asks for extra matches.
Shit, someone just ordered. I can't even finish my cigarette. Announce the cross, carried poor, nothing romantic / just consistency that sticks to your boots. Now it's all over me and I feel unclean, ah geez what is this nonsense?
Another smoke, hands shaking, thrown into a steal beam, I can't take this job and want to scream of break glass or something.
Christ I'm loosing it.
Now mop, push around dirty water, back and forth...good like that...
Who made this up?See More
Repetition:
Watching faces come and go aggressively, pocketing, flickering, full of hunger and worries.
...
My stomach knots up when I see a car full of people pull up. No longer metaphor, it is a psycho-psychical reaction, like pulling your hand away from a flame.
Dehumanizing work goes both ways: you are the object of angst for others, and you develop a gut angst towards others (even those who are genuinely sincere)
Step outside for a quick smoke, under a cold moon, quiet except for the occasional car, it is peaceful.
The body was not meant to do this.
Short girls / neon green shirts, stoned, ordering mashed potatoes, grasping and grinning:
suggesting contempt....Ha!
Again, coffee. Next rush, I loathe food, I know I should care but I do not.
Mistakes and empathy, and too much wishing and the music is bland, and I will go home and sit in the sun and blink,
It's not the idle which scares me, it's the incessant demand to move and to take this seriously.
How do you take this seriously? When it is clearly a joke?
How do you keep pushing the body to go?
Out side again, someones car door alarm is beeping, I hear feet shuffling, wind echos, I know the man, nice enough: smokes Newport's and always asks for extra matches.
Shit, someone just ordered. I can't even finish my cigarette. Announce the cross, carried poor, nothing romantic / just consistency that sticks to your boots. Now it's all over me and I feel unclean, ah geez what is this nonsense?
Another smoke, hands shaking, thrown into a steal beam, I can't take this job and want to scream of break glass or something.
Christ I'm loosing it.
Now mop, push around dirty water, back and forth...good like that...
Who made this up?See More
