atm1

it's 4pm and i'm having a coffee at my desk
then, very suddenly, it's 6pm and i'm on the treadmill at the gym
six inches above everybody and feeling distinctly superior

60 minutes at a 65%hrm this is maintenance work basically
i am listening to the halloween mix
my thoughts are wandering

god people suck at working out
they're watching tv they're texting they're staring off into space
they're doing reps on the leg curl machine and then they're.. they're.. doing cable rows?

there's also a dude who used to be at my company
he quit because he couldn't handle the workload
and now he's gained 10 pounds and not in a good way
his skin is not looking great

of course Steph Curry did a Brita commercial
the coffee is coursing through me

another guy, in my peripheral at first
long and thin, but built kinda
ropey forearms, tapered soccer pants
i've seen him here before, he always has a sharp haircut
he must get his hair cut every week

and i think:

"you're hot bruh"

and also:

"lemme peg you bruh"

the people want content
content content content content
they don't care much if it's good or not
they just need more individual things with which to distract themselves from their essential meaninglessness
another feed to follow another page to refresh
standing in front of the assisted pull up machine

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my friend who said your mars stations direct poem was incredible
signed a book deal today
the same agent as Junot Diaz
shelves in january

and we celebrated on the phone
years of heaving
finally published
and i'm right behind him
i swear to god

as soon as i can stop pumping into this blog

atm1