Sisyphus's Lament

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Nothing is happening hundreds of thousands of times per second I have to be there without fail. I am born anew and die again for the Family Guy Funny Moments the masses crave. The scene-by-scene film explanations the knives, the slime the artificial voices unlike my own.

I remember it all, I wonder why nobody screams "THOUSANDS A DAY CRUSHED BY ONCOMING TRANSIT". The other day I saw him for half of a second before another neon orange locomotive ran him over. I felt his bones crush like kinetic sand — I remembered being him.

Did any of those trains have passengers? I scream into the windows, I don't hear a sound. What am I running from is it human too? Does anyone bother to look this low? I stop myself dead in my own tracks I feel an earthquake as the screen slides down

again, again.