EVERYTHING IS ON SALE

will you just let me be silly for a sec. there's this dread so ancient in me

mistakes are so normal and human and inevitable and necessary and real. if i make one however please put me to death

god it's like nobody even cares that [problem i've taken great pains to make sure nobody will acknowledge] looks like i have no choice but to make it worse in isolation for reasons i can't articulate and don't understand

sorry boss, i can't make it to work today or ever again for the rest of my life becaus i don't want to

listening to music with headphones is so awesome especially when it shoots straight into your brain and you can pick out all its little layers like sandwich ingredients

AND WHEN YOU NOTICE ANOTHER LAYER THAT YOU DIDNT KNOW WAS THERE AND