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Everything is fear. The orderly man with lists and plans, lines and dots and structured hours, clenched fists until his whiskey sours, The frustrated lady yelling at some teenagers, telling off the others from behind her car window, screaming at whoever that they should be kinder. That lazy boy procrastinating, the marathon runner's serial dating, the stunner sitting at the end of the row the balder waiting for his hair to grow. The sweating, the shivers, damp hands, laying down and crying rivers, waiting until the joke lands, learning this isn't where the other stands on unnecessary policies. I have contracted a severe disease. I googled what it was, a mistake of a decision. the worst of all possible conditions it's called tunnel vision.
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 5:51 PM UTC
Tunnel vision
Everything is fear. The orderly man with lists and plans, lines and dots and structured hours, clenched fists until his whiskey sours, The frustrated lady yelling at some teenagers, telling off the others from behind her car window, screaming at whoever that they should be kinder. That lazy boy procrastinating, the marathon runner's serial dating, the stunner sitting at the end of the row the balder waiting for his hair to grow. The sweating, the shivers, damp hands, laying down and crying rivers, waiting until the joke lands, learning this isn't where the other stands on unnecessary policies. I have contracted a severe disease. I googled what it was, a mistake of a decision. the worst of all possible conditions it's called tunnel vision.
Sweeping generalizations killed curiosity At least the cat might survive. There's more to it, but I'll have to take my time.
Daan
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Belgian
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 5:51 PM UTC
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