The price of everything goes up when you're unemployed It's not a slight shift in a continuance of shifting incomes and outcomes It's a weighted hook sinking endlessly into a bottomless unexplored part of the ocean Unimportance is a concept for the man who hasn't conversed with his consequences in the crepuscular hours I'm at a point where I can't even afford sleep for dinner Time is of the essence and sleeping allows its capture to escape I have a pillow but can't figure out how to use it I unscrewed the armrests from my desk chair because my arms shouldn't rest Motion is existence, work is the reward I'd rather be starving as a poet than rich as anything else I care too much about the process I have entirely stopped caring about its yield
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