BWV’S PODCAST EP #17 DARK THOUGHTS AT THIS JOB / DEAD END / PLANNING ON WHERE I SHOULD GO FROM HERE / TERRIBLE DESK WORK
I can't do it. And the whole poem was about basically how just wretched and awful, working pointless like just working pointless jobs, just odd jobs. My whole life has just been like this, and I'm just sick of it. I'm done doing this. So I have to look for another 30 years of doing this fucking shit like no. So just read you some of the excerpts from this poem here. Not finished, like I said. All right, so here's an excerpt