​i imagine better days

feedback says I must be proper.

i must be chic

i must be put together

i must hold Starbucks cup with 3 to 5 newtons to exemplify social conformity

porject man-ager needs to apply stress while projecting for further projections

take note of cortisol

can you remember the first time the ad popped up on youtube?

can you remember the first time the subscription was asked of you?

can you remember roblox before the weirdos?

minecraft before private equity bought it?

i remember seeing Thou dressed in business attire because I got out late for work.

i looked like a fucking normie.

but honestly,

i felt nice in the shade of doom

everyone hides out here

everyone tries to fit in

there isn’t fitting in when you’re at the bottom of the barrel folks

the oak wood barrel still smells like oak

and the reserve chardonnays still taste like my parents’ wealth before they lost it all

we all get smashed like grapes

deciding to be juice, rot, or wine

at least if our blood turns to wine it has a chance

of being smashed across the hull of a brand new ship

let that sumbitch float to a better future

let it sail to a world that can see the absurd in my writing

some would say hoping our blood turns to wine is heresy

but we’ll be dead before we can defend ourselves from heresay.

and day to day

either way

God THE MARKET only helps those who help themselves

anyway

i ain’t a writer

i’m just a data point.