


A Prayer;
Gold Foil Inflatable Dreamland
Inflatable fantasy
Inflatable Dreamland
Deadlift Dictatorship
Collective Fever Dream
Stupidity Palace
Double Fantasy
Creatine Dreams
The Promised Land
Gold Foil Inflatable Promised Land
Give me
My Inflatable Promised Land Dreams
My Violent Cartoon Future

--------------------------------------
The feed serves relentless calls to action. Everything about me must be changed. I have been found wanting. And I do want. I want so badly to be these things, these upgrades sold to me in an infinite carousel of unsolicited advice. Of instruction. And I want so badly to not be the things that I am; surplus, inadequate, benign. I am nothing and through servitude I will become something.
I can imagine my pale flesh, solid and tanned. I can imagine myself capable and unfeeling. Stubbled. Muscled. Stoic.
What cruel systems kept me where I was? These luminous personalities, filling their T-shirts, are not crushed by it in the way I have been. What do they know? How can I know it?
I wish I was broader. Stronger.
New regime
You should try a
New regime
Try
A new regime
New regime
Better healthcare
Clean your teeth
Careful out there
Put on some weight
Quiet despair
Bicep curls
Vanity fair
British rail
Attractive aupair
Don’t retreat
Ligament tear
Social club
Losing your hair
Try a new regime
Look after yourself
Have some self respect
Try a new regime
Letting go
What did you expect
Try a new regime
Working weekends
Hold your own
Crush emotions
Telephone
Tie your laces
Dating apps
Put through your paces
Lead the pack
Alan Shearer
Night bus home
Never call her
In the zone
Bankers bonus
One night stand
New homeowner
Don’t hold hands
Be productive
Look relaxed
Alpha posture
Don’t collapse
No more grey hairs
Best laid plans
She never held me
Don’t hold hands
