capitalism is like. resting is a waste of time. eating is a waste of time. sleeping is a waste of time. playing is a waste of time. living is a waste of time. you must prove your worth to live here and everything else is a waste. and we’re taught not to question it. 

i will eat my meals and take my naps and sit on benches and i will stop to do nothing and i will cherish those moments.

what if i stopped stressin and trusted everything will be okay and felt deep peace inside

you hate me because you know i am funnier and sexier than you. when i jingle my little clown bells and do my silly little jester dance it fills you with anger that i can be so funny and also so sensual in my big, big clown shoes

life is so weird i have so many things to read