my survival strategy

is camp

been feeling lots of futility lately maybe it's nihilism

but i call it camp everything's a joke in my dreams isn't it so funny that i'm here pretending to be a person like an alien from outer space i walk into class its giving college-student-academia-core land acknowledgement in IR china in the age of reform annotating niche neomarxist readings on my ipad why not buy myself a latte with a meal ticket the barista is serving me soy milk (i asked for oat) i love that sweater, she says thanks, i thrifted it (i'm giving mysterious eco feminist and i can tell everyones obsessed w me) maybe i should start a podcast i'd talk about tinder and dating so girlboss of me to swipe right on guys who pose with cherry red sports cars elderly men looking for flings unverified accounts with shiny abs boys that are cute & make me laugh unlock tinder gold to see who likes you then i don't respond to messages theyre all the same if i didnt know better id call it shallow but dont worry

its camp ~j