Rent


God, cry, scream, rend my bloody shreds of intellect to little bloody pieces.
How could I have missed that? Why I am so stupid, so goddamned unobservant?
I should have known better. I always should have known better.
But that's the way it is done, after all.
Oh my, yes.
Stuck in my little dream world until it impales itself on broken shards of a little goddamned observation.
Goddamned cycle, actually.
You'd think I'd learn by now. Right. You'd think that.
And you'd be wrong.
Just like me.
Again.
And Again.
And Again.
Am I making my point here? Is the monotony of my litany drilling a hole into your subconscious yet?
Yeah, join the bloody club.




Return