The drab, droll, colorless existence through which we drag our due is only superseded by the blight of incessant dribble spewed out by mindless and pathetic under instinctual mammals that tread the beaten path ways of evolution. They tear away at my flesh one cell at a time until I have become a shell of my former self. Even so, in with lies the understatement of the twilight of the morn, notwithstanding the vacuum of mindlessness that weighs heavily upon the aft of noon. Burning as though it were an unleashed sun excruciatingly slow and timeless, journeying across the Heavens let to permeate me with its merciless radiation…
Woe am I…
And to think, its only Tuesday.
[S7even 2024]