Intelligence

I'm scared of inertia. I stopped taking my intellect for granted.

Intelligence; to look closely at the lines of the apple and commit them to memory.

That time I met the bright people. It's only in hindsight that the depths of my depravity have become clear. My wits been thrown to the mud of limitless passive time. I didn't even care that I was wasting time.

These words are the type of thing that I could publish anonymously and not bat an eye but now that I'm friends with you guys it makes me sweat and think twice. Online socialization considered harmful I think to myself

I would give you my writing and it would be enough to know that you read it. You don't have to tell me what you think. I'm sycophantic and have this compulsion to go along with what people say because I don't know much about the world, and I'm not a fighter.

And it's pure perspective there's no philosophy and I create a little scene, wondering where to slot the tiny totems of perception into. It was such a simple task, it should have felt like nothing, it should have felt like my life which is nothing

Dissociation breeds bugs. The bug. The restlessness that American society has wrought upon us. Let it crawl slowly across the desert of carpet. The urge to make nihilistic stupid foolish poetry is consuming me. Where's the color? I want to cure your hardscrabble life

And it turns out that online is not good for me because it creates these little tulpas asking me and pelting me with thoughts about where Jeff or bob or whoever is and I resent it