Untitled( she has an omniscient gleam in her eye.)

my smelly sneakers  remind me that i exist. i smell them all of a sudden and then i don’t. i’m not sure if i took my meds. it stays in my system for two days. i’m going to have a whisky later with a. she has nice fingers. she likes data. i shed data. everyone has my data. they have my numbers, the ones that count, the ones i remember even though i don’t want to. they want to send another person my way. i can feel it. i intuit everything. i haven’t interviewed a