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a.m. Rush Hour
I’m revving on cortisol, my blue-lit baggy eyes binge-scrolling insta, twitter, tiktok, wondering what’s next in this Lord of the Flies world, asking myself how much worse can it get, should I pack it in now, take the next exit, though don’t go worrying, I got nothing drastic planned, although, oops, what am I saying since you don’t worry b/c you’re all brain, which means no pain, trauma-free, none of that original sin kinda baggage oh, to be like you....