thesteakmanual
Saturday, 18 February 2012
Turmoil
I feel
nervous at the prospect
of having people hear;
my words;
deliberating over their meaning.
I feel
angry
that my work achieves nothing;
that my work is futile;
that I am stuck in a forlorn cycle of mediocrity.
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I.Am.Robot
18 February 2012 at 23:43
I got stuck once. I had punch my way through peoples intestines to escape. It was a good day.
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I got stuck once. I had punch my way through peoples intestines to escape. It was a good day.
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