I looked around the decapitated old room. I spent hours stirring straight the the dark green and brown wold that crept up from underneath the carpet. I had tried scrapping the material with a spatula but I had learned to appreciate times product thatI can see around me I offered me proof of the passing days, years spending my time here. It was around this time I decided to get 9 roommate
I had felt a looming dread that grew painfully inside of my chest. An almost like a alarm that forced me to keep money, in jittery jerks I went about my day. Day in, Day out only slowly realizing with this awful dread. That life’s everyday tasks were unbearably mundane. The every day disposal of a product, whether The trash, any paper work, all of it was fucking waste.
I found myself hating my dog for its own reduction of my inevitable pointless Taking life. I cried myself to sleep and thought that maybe rtf I loved another intelligible being the comfort of facing it with someone world soothe this constant horrible pain. I though of my Darla. sometimes, when everything all of a sudden slows to a silent craw! ts if everything his frozen with q thought. Such n slow breakdown that gov wonder it it is the silence before 9 storm, a big one, an earthquake or something frocking horrible. But hen you realize that when that day cones Gone will be caught in reflection. I pictured it as an embrace as you are caught running down a slopping hill. In that instance you feel like you are R (ling, then floating, then you fly. things like this mad m city. That’s when I knew I had a problem. I needed to Cheng a major part of my hours.
I sat on my computer and wrote the stupidest tucking ad.
12/21/11















