“Druids”

In wondering why I have an inferiority complex, and how to get rid of it, I find myself taking up space once again in my hardwood room, the furnace running, the epidermic vistas imbuing. We’re all hacksaws. Living with another person is like sharing phlegm. And who knows what goes on inside our bodies. And who knows why you’re different, you, sitting there, you just are, they saw it, they saw that look on your face at 2:32, at 11:41 you were fine, it was that look you had on your face at 2:32, the same face that would welcome stasis at the pizza parlor, you SAW stasis, life a crunching of a person in a car from the revenue cacophony to the tabernacle of druids and psychedelic reeling.