Produce more even though there’s less hours to complete it, less people to pack it and less will to want it.
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The cost of breathing has risen, the privilege is not free, you must earn it and die for it before you even get a chance to live.
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Zoom onto the page of random letters hiding meaning and sense that you can uncover if you search and focus. Forget all your other worries, stress, anger, forget who you are, what your life is, as long as you keep searching.
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Repetition slows movements, sluggish from the familiar that spreads and infects the mind. Perhaps a splash of difference will shock limbs awake. Or perhaps it will result in the end.
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Marvel at your earnings, then watch the calculations dwindle away everything as you earn the right to live and breathe comfortably. Can you add up to create extra? Can you plan to extend if there’s nothing left to dip into?
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The dough monster grows in the early hours of the morning, feeding off sleep and darkness and rising to escape its prison of metal and contained heat. It will envelop and drown its victims, unable to cry out as its sticky residue clogs their throat and hides their remains. All will be lost, all willContinue reading “23:202”
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Eager to begin you rise early, too early, pushing against the barriers that will not yield and bursting sideways, oozing out all potential and leaving disaster for all to gaze at and despair.
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Dump ingredients of chaos in a bowl and watch it spin into one lump, hiding secrets and temptations unnoticed until they rise and stand tall for all the world to see.
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Send out the notices of disruption, predict the frustration, but forewarned is better than blindness. Walk the road of closure and see it still open, cars zooming past as you walk, irritation growing with each step. A hedgehog scurries across, the first to be seen in years, and makes the lies all worth it.
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The looming throb of defeat pulses like a clock’s doom, circling nearer and wrapping around your will until a heavy sigh signals the end and you relinquish into submission.
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