today i awoke with the slow disgusting realisation that i while i'd been asleep the world had turned into a giant slow burning oven, i peeled my head from the pillow, my arms from my back and chest and my scrotum from my inner thigh (which tickled a little).. i let my heart fill again with the woe of daily existance and laid staring into the emptyness until my bowels inevitably made it very necessary that i move... and fast!
subitably evacuated i readed myself for work.. at which the stifling heat only served to cook the misery and darkness of my soul to a gentle simmer... not even a bloody proper boil! Even my suffering is mediocre.
After work i went to the bed shop.
it was closed.. i wept softly to myself.
Since then I have been here, contemplating the pointlessness of myself and of moving from the relative safety of my sweat moistened sanctuary, the simpsons as usual made my day worthwhile for moments.. but moments alone.
I will now leave you to wash away the pains of the day (so i have a blank canvass for the pains of the night) and commence my futile listening to lamacq live hoping to hear the evidence that something i contributed to is considered worthwhile.
stay tuned for further tales of glee
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