Our Daily Brood – Bauhausfrau

February 23, 2026

Running millions of tabs in my body again so we all stay alive down here. Someone’s got to, I don’t mind, while mine’s invaded: saving time.

Each minute apportioned to route captured seconds. Outnumbered by cherubs receivable. The admin will pay to lose some more life but faith does need to be made believable.

Self-invest as commodity to minmax love memory, one day maybe space for my root. Holy pains in the ass bless the mess, so eyes up, and find bliss when it’s all emptied out.

It’s when I look down that I fall, so just don’t. Take a breath and repeat til the end. Dehumanized, facing to bloodscreams, smiling. Relax: the stakes are eternal.