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sweating it out on hot streets in long dress pants that were made by the devil.

roaring down the road no the back of a metal mass powered by dead animals.

sitting in a room on a chair that doesn't give in any way.

eating a plate of rice that's been in a pot that was made by a machine in a factory in china.

walking into my room to see the mess to remind myself to clean but just sitting down.

looking out at the world just waiting for things to change. nothing changes.

meeting people and smiling only to smile so that they feel good.

laying on my back under a mosquito net on a lumpy bed.

watching the trees as they sway and move in the wind as a storm approaches like an army.

sitting and looking and waiting and watching.