should be doing other stuff

this marks the return to new writing after i dug up the past this weekend

i'm hiding in my blue cubicle

shivering because the heat's not working

waiting for the motion sensor

to turn the lights off again

in about fifteen minutes.

as cartoonish Swede's joke

"Thank you for showing me

the futility of human endevaour."

television commercials hit me

over the head with Monday Night Football ads,

whatever it takes to keep from thinking.

What a f*****g horrible time to quit drinking!

Remember the shot of whiskey

downed in a lonely apartment

before returning to the pirannha tank?

if i could bottle that

don't give a f**k attitude

and sell it to the gray masses,

perhaps there would be some hope after all.

an unfinished paper waits for me at home

no fuzzy slippers for me

just more interaction with alphabetic representations

of thoughts i'm told to believe

from people i've never met. 

somewhere in this new hell

there must be one toasty ember

hoarded away by Satan for his miniscule triumphs.

may we all eat garbage forever

yes, that would be preferable.

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[Mohl083]

what the hell do those last two lines have to do with anything? if i knew where you lived i would come to your house and gut you with a rusty hook!