again and again. it never really lasts as long as you want it to or need it to does it? floating in flowered waters or drifting on pink fluffy clouds eventually turns into cheap cement sidewalks and shoddy plastic office chairs...

do you know how much i hate this place? the fucken games. the fake niceness, one hand holds out to greet, the other, a cool serrated edge guaranteed to render you useless. pettiness in every corner.. on each dumbbound face. the greasy smile that says no raise for you, the 3day weekend employee who racks up the phone bill. i swallow hard these days. swallow often. this is a rape scene. they're stealing my hope.

stolen hope trampled by profound stupidity.

i'd rather let heroin do me in, or oncogenes...
put a little cyanide in my tea.
read me bad poetry.