{"sf1_id":1781224,"sf2_id":"4nAryaG1","title":"two","author":"Jacob King","words":308,"posted_at":"2021-11-02T01:32:00.000Z","tags":["Drunk","Scribbling"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1781224-two","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAryaG1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/30/31/3031aa97-bf9e-456e-9cd2-28ca018e7ad8","description":"#2 of Drunk Work Scribblings from Fall 2019\n\n(originally written November 18, 2019)","content":"Life is fair, perfect, and gives everyone what they wants. Put in some effort, and you'll get exactly what you want. Want a wholesome spouse? He or she is waiting for you. Want a six-figure salary? Just apply yourself. It'll all come to you as simply as possible.  \n  \nNothing about life is hard.  \n  \nIt's all so darn easy!  \n  \nSuper easy.  \n  \nReally, really easy.  \n  \nI want you to read those last four sentences over and over until you vomit.  \n  \nVomit.  \n  \nUntil you vomit.  \n  \nHave you vomited, yet?  \n  \nThen you haven't read it enough times.  \n  \nRead them again.  \n  \nAnd again.  \n  \nAnd again.  \n  \nUntil. You. Vomit.  \n  \nUntil every fiber of your being is churning to release every drop of bile in your stomach.  \n  \nUntil you no longer wish to read.  \n  \nUntil you no longer wish to breathe.  \n  \nUntil knowing this makes you want to stop living.  \n  \nHave you vomited, yet?  \n  \nI have.  \n  \nI vomit every single day.  \n  \nLife is so easy that I vomit every single day.  \n  \nLife and vomit go hand-in-hand. They really do.  \n  \nYou breathe in life, then you exhale vomit.  \n  \nCarbon dioxide is just air vomit.  \n  \nYou haven't lived until you have vomited your body weight in carbon dioxide, my friend.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Life in. Vomit out.  \n  \nVomit on the floor.  \n  \nVomit on the walls.  \n  \nVomit in my veins.  \n  \nI am the result of breathing in so much easy, simple life.  \n  \nThere's nothing more to life than vomit, you know?  \n  \nIt's all vomit.  \n  \nVomit, vomit, vomit.  \n  \nI want to vomit.  \n  \nEvery day, I want to vomit.  \n  \nEvery day, I want to vomit my body weight in how darn easy life is to succeed and get everything you want.  \n  \nIt's all just so vomitingly easy.  \n  \nI will vomit until I am whole, again.  \n  \nI will vomit until everything makes sense.  \n  \nI will vomit until there is nothing left.  \n  \nLife. Is. Vomit.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Drunk Work Scribblings from Fall 2019","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1781218-one.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1781226-three.json"}}