With words we communicate.

Words classify.

Classifying ruins .

Classifying destructs meanings.

We shouldn’t be talking. Unless it’s nonsense.

Nonsense rules, including my created words as nonsense.

Silence looks weird. Weirdness is weird, so apparently we’re not supposed to cause it.

My head is vacant.

I had dreams, but little luck.

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We do pretend that we’re alright, we even do smile.

Concealing the fact that it’s so fucking cold down here.