Oh and the people, they stare like jaded lymph nodes; hoarding impurities like satiny gloves on a liver lover. Sing me to sleep oh divine, tuck me in and be my breakfast.
Be. My. Breakfast.
That tubby fucker at work with his hammer and sickle-cell smile. Vacationing and ballooning about like a damned fool. "FUCK?! Why would someone steal my KVM?! Now I can't do m-" Boo fucking hoo. Buck up; we know you don't care about shareholder value that much and the company will front you the bills for another. Oh it's the principle is it, the principle is that you don't do your fucking job anyway. As I sit here to type you stand and gabber with the other useless waste of sperm and egg across from you.
I swear to fuck folks, some days it's really tough not to smash a mirror and coat my hands with glass before I grind a knuckle right into everyone's eyes; some days.
Some days come and go like bathroom trains that ebb and flow and here in there and there I go; some days come and some days go.
Another knuckle-dragging mindless block of tastelessness propels beyond beyond beyond. We bay our bowels at the moon and bark mad, half-lit eyes like fire in the skewered tastes of languished needs. Load the damned car and take off, go until you hit the sea and therein shall live amongst the chorus of the coral. Therein shall grow gills and join the fine people of Innsmouth.
Fuck that, damned and double damned I am and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Please remember to spit on my grave as you walk past, it'll give me a chuckle.
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