I am so fucking bored I should die.I am listening to Philip Glass (Monsters of Grace). That is not why I am bored. In fact, the music that pulses through me, is my only excitement.
I am graced by my own monsters. Nay, demons.
I have developed my boredom. Bored. Become so, by my own hand. Without regret. Uncraving. To the multitude who drain me, I say: "Fuck off!"
To those few who occasionally (seldom) tolerate me, I say: "Welcome."
Scene 8: Let The Letter Read You
Why stay so long where your words are scattered
and doing no good. I've sent a letter a day
for a hundred days. Either you don't read the mail,
or you've forgotten how to leave.
and doing no good. I've sent a letter a day
for a hundred days. Either you don't read the mail,
or you've forgotten how to leave.
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