Dozens of messages sent at right angles. A market of inflated values, driven by thirst. Narcissism as a way of life. A focus on what is owed, rather than what is offered. No responses. Evening trysts suffocated in silence, and erased. Like they were never discussed. Reading deeper meanings in throwaway words. Like extracting a second language from stupid mouths. The predictability of biology. The trajectory of selfishness. The intersection of culture. Exhaustion is the natural response to seeing omnipresent spiderwebs. There are no fish in this pond. Just leeches and bottom feeders with white eyes and consuming mouths.
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