staggering these aphorisms at random times

marking two thousand days of the pseudo-crisis

using media only to sort stimuli

considered looking at uploading to rumble

uploading just one more to the red play platform

relieved to use websites that don't feel like rigged games

knowing full well that hard times create stronger men

scaling back needs to pay excesses through the nose

exhausting to maintain a plethora of stuff

winding down operations on the city flat

considered this as "volunteer data entry"

rummaging through the archives of some telegrams

trying to go with a daily quatrain format

forty-eight syllables per day every day

time zones make timelines so complicated and stuff

not fighting zombies but normies in this timeline

living apocalyptic lives with sunny days

catching on to their passionate but flawed statements

ensuring that the next line happens in six hours

scheduling lines more regularly than ever

delayed by the rain we did catch up on some sleep