The question begsWhy perform an actionNot conducive to motionIn the directionOf your desires My will is sleepingIt too needs to restOnly now occurringIs the thoughtThat I’m being bluffed It’s fatigueWhen I need catharsisInstead I change seatsUnaware of the factsRandom stochastic acts My internal logicIs wired backwardsApproaching chaosThen I hear the voiceOf the ex waitress Choosing … Continue reading Incel →