swaddled in business casual small talk
rhythmically stylized key strokes
peppered with off-coloured jokes
long-walk stretches to alleviate continuous compression
of a catatonic forth floor view
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any semblance of a creative life requires a professional contortionist,
or the possibility of becoming an addict
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maybe it's an aversion to stability
maybe things are still opening
maybe neutral connections
are eroding my resiliency
if you catch me and i'm tired enough
you'll get what you want
you'll get what you want
