despite the feigned understanding,
nobody ever knew me.
they still don't.
they never will.
too wrapped up In their own shit.
can't point fingers.
I'm the same.
boring people, with boring lives, regailing boring stories in a bored voice.
its the sum total of human interaction.
whether by conversation,
or text,
or email,
or instant message.
its clear that we only give a Fuck about our own shit.
there's no time to consider an appropriate answer or formulate a relevant bit of advice. me, we, they just get on with telling our bit of boring shit.
I wish for that comet.
I dream of the sea rushing up to engulf us.
I hope for that solar flare that'll see us all incinerated.
come on big guy.
we've played
enough.
Hollywood has given you some good ideas.
end it.
