Sleep Diction

Thejamburgular

Theuvalue.
Yours. What is it?
Can you walk past a mirror, and not look at yourself?
I can't.
George curious on how the world sees me? Possibly.
Or maybe my eyes love to see me.
The same way you force the world to see you.
It's a shame they really don't care are much as you'd like them too.
But if I get one like.
How many more pictures of you?For you?
Or them?
Who gives a fuck about them?
We shouldn't.
The objective desire to be presented in a perfectly acceptable, or appealing manner towards a judgmental crowd of court jesters.
Their satisfaction can't please you.
Saying no pleases me.
Oooooh.
You must be a jerk.
I'd like to think I'm have a fine grip on reality.
How tight is yours?
No selfies for a day I implore.
Selfish generation, let me see how much of me I can pump into everyone's system!
Individuals I know, and don't.
Wether they inquired, or not.
Love me.
You.
Person. People. I don't know shit about.
So that I may feed thine carnivorous ego.
I'm good. Your food has me sick.
You have shared the same meal for weeks.
Exhausted.
Recapitulate.
If people would just believe what they have already been genuinely told, there be no use for gold.
Or the drama you create for you, by you.
By allowing people who you don't even know nor really care into your whole life.
Thewholemilk.