there's 27 things on my to-do list today 27 things one of which is writing this poem which is not a poem it's just a complaint to the universe about the demented relationship between capitalism, time, and our selves

I'm not going to do all 27 things

maybe I'll do some of them but really what I'd rather do is watch thunderstorm clouds roll in on my back porch while thinking about nothing

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