just wait

saturday work schedule. finished everything. sitting here just waiting to see if something else is coming in. otherwise, I’m free to go. we spend much of our time waiting. waiting on people, waiting on the processor, waiting on the printer, the plotter, the scanner, the oven. waiting for fingers to type and get it right. I went to the poetry reading and sat and waited but no one showed up so I got up and left, got on the train and did some more waiting. and with the waiting we’re also in pain. headaches shoulderaches backaches included. junkfood down here, nothing else. miserable junkfood and dead animals for breakfast and lunch. put them on bread and eat. disregard for life.

isn’t there anything decent to write about? decent or not, I guess I’m going to write anyway. intake. fuel. anti-freeze has a sweet taste that animals like. they drink it and die. it shuts down their insides.