The retribution of daily experience

What are thoughts?

Where do they come from, and how do they relate to our feelings?

Do bushes change their digestion based on our hate?

Why do I feel a guttoral sinking into myself when left to just my thoughts for more than 5 minutes?

Why do I have to climb out of it to get going, to pick up my laundry?

Am I meant for anything more than rife utility?

What’s the purpose of being biological?

Is having fun useful? Do we deserve it?

Sometimes I just want to be observational, but my stomach takes over.

There’s something deeper going on.

I haven’t eaten yet. It’s noon. I’ve had 2 coffees.

I should take half a 5 mg THC gummy tonight.