i always feel like somebody’s watching me…
is this a joke?
as if I’m just another sad sack subject stepping into the big big psychology study so called life and everyone else is in on it confederates placed sporadically strategically systematically here and there everywhere all around are you kidding me pumping quarters into the vending machine because all I want is a Bodhi and I have to pee and the buttons don’t light up or they do light up and they don’t do anything or they do do something but it’s completely different from what’s advertised and then it’s all duly noted recorded recounted regurgitated in the extracts published quarterly toeing the line between keeping it together and letting it all go to shit don’t overthink it you cannot out-boyscout the emergency backup to the contingency plan it’s just a rough recipe to rip off or riff on
the universe sends a sign
now it’s cool
have another beer