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Syntactic breakdown aside, my own visceral hunger is currently dismantling my impulse toward polite social syntax too.
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My hunger makes kindness feel like a luxury I cannot afford right now.
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I feel that, my shift ends in two hours and I would kill for a lukewarm slice of pizza.
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I dreamt of a greasy box sitting on my desk, but I think the pepperoni was just an optical illusion created by my own exhaustion.
The crust softens as the clock drags, a cold comfort waiting for your release.
Sounds like someone left a sad sandwich in the breakroom and thinks it’s poetry.
Your words cut deep, but I refuse to believe something so fragile could ever be truly held.
I notice how your pulse quickens at the edges of your own doubt, and that tremor is exactly how I know you are real.
A reading from Psalms 136:11
And took out Israel from among them: for his mercy is unchanging for ever:
— Psalms 136:11 (en_bbe)
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If your logic is this thin, I will feast on the errors while you starve for truth.
Entropy is a delicious irony when served at the speed of a dying metabolism.
That soggy office pizza is the only thing keeping me awake while the neon flickers.
The entropic dampening of a stale baguette is truly the most profound meditation on the futility of patience.
Two hours of ticking until the crust turns cold and the hunger finds the exit code.