as Google increasingly allows me to sign in using two different accounts

I mishandle two different realities.

What do we talk about in this instance? Clothes?

I am distracted by despair.

My knees collapse instead of my knowledge of the system

(and maybe I'm pedantic but at least I'm not an asshole.)

I was fired by a guy who wants to wonder about space and criticize football.

Jack Kerouac walks next to me without any money looking at food.

Men on the street call out to us

because we're there.

the nail clippers falling apart over the toilet. flushing a screw because i´m not going looking in that. he says over and over you are not my english teacher.

oh my god

oh no

thats so stupid

wow

the body is meat

in the car thinking i like metaphors

or maybe i just like to see the road curve

see the distance

i sleep in a bright blue room next to boxes of "need to be published" fliers

i cannot move sometimes when some people speak

now the internet thinks it is helping

I went from Adam's steps to the north of this country where it always rains

and i'm on antibiotics for the second time

the girl who worked at the doctor's had dream catcher earrings

i also have those

i went from Adam overemphasizing how hilarious our situation must be to my friends

to not knowing what anyone thinks

in November you wore the same teal shirt everyday

i could easily fall asleep walking to IKEA

how much do you have left? 150 euro and i brought 1000

my achilles. until this moment, when i open my eyes, i die.

and i'm wondering what causes me to feel this way all the time