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Contradictory consciousness-management has superseded social anxiety about Bad Faith.
It’s difficult to place your finger on it, at times, its rather unbearable. The sinking in the core of your stomach

The      unplaceable      guilt

that shackles bones and stops you dead

A warm stuttering, a membrane stretching over your head, keeping you safe,pure. translucent, glass shimmer, frosted pane. Pushing walls made of stone, breezeblocks murmuring in corridors, in alleyways, tired tired and half drunk. A drank, stank. Dank. A body, a wave, a spatter, slice, a section of flesh, a fucking for freedom. A pushing. An integer / integral component

An orifice, pink and fleshy, pulsating. Groundwork. Concrete. Crumbling. As limbs intervene with spatial certainties. A ghost. Phantom, organ. Purple shades glistening in midnight shadows. growl

0 hour contract 50 hour workweek

Please grind these rocks into sand and bury yourself deep within the caverns below. Please inject these silicon tits with your pain, projected. Keep Calm and Carry On Keep Calm and Carry On The Planes Are Circling Overhead . Seeking dynamic, driven and enthusiastic individual to attend their own funeral 40 hrs a week, 10-15k, apply within. Seeking proactive, flexible human w. encyclopaedic knowledge & tenacity for driving UP-SALES to dig own grave on casual basis -10k pro-rata. Dependent on experience. Please exploit me wholly, I pray
We don’t agree with the manual I know it doesnt work but we just have to do it this way okay? . My body is riling pulsating, crumbling

The promised land is within . heaven and hell are in the same place. Youve got to be in it to win it ! Youve got to work your way up! the qwueens got an offshore tax haven n i gotta pay hmrc 55p a minute to call them about over-taxing my minimum wage 0 hr contract jobs . Mothers become motion blur on my periphery, children stuffed with cheap meat scream profanities, the grey sky is painted on your face. The streets are strewn with trash, parts of your pain to  be ravaged by night foxes and alley cats. Your pain wrapped in cellophane. Lucky to be working to be moving your body to the beat of the rota – 1. 2. 3 . minimum wage if you’d be so lucky. The grey sky is painted on your face. Dry damp caves. Everything over here is corrupt and messy.

Planes overhead circle. Planes circle overhead.

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