Twenty minutes is too damn long a wait when all you have is a bottle of tepid water and the sound of exercise to keep you company
I see a three piece suit with a sculpted beard and I wonder
What the hell are you trying to prove, buddy
Killing time is a kind of slow suicide
Time is all you got!
What other currency is there
I got shit to sell but you're skint
Broke an busted
This time is full of folks with no damn ambition to make something
Not a buck
Anyone can make a buck
Or maybe two to rub together
Make a thing and see if it flies or rolls or reads
If it comes back rejected well too damn bad
Chuck it
Start fresh
The cages you confine yourself in are given over to rot
Nothing good will come of it

Title photo by Joshua Coleman
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