Annoyed

I am thinking. Splitting (maybe). Perhaps changing distribution. Shifting from one to another if I can support a new habit. So I’m at a lack for words today. They keep coming back into my head later and I’m not sure I want to be that close to myself (all the time). No one does. It’s damn near impossible. I want Iowa and flat landscapes for zero depth and I want the lack of places to hide to cure all fears. Take car (with motor), rust even (perhaps), barely able to stop and go but longs for a distance drive till it falls to the ground with a huff and a puff. Then lose myself in a cloud of dust. Shit, I’m bored (with me) and overly annoyed with thought. (Sharpen more, undo. Blah).

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