My Monitor. Samsung. Computer Desk.
An assortment of change: sixteen pennies, five dimes, two nickels, and a quarter. More in jars and various vital areas around the apartment.
Glasses are smudged and I can barely see, but I don't care.
Ennio Morricone in my ear.
Videodrome. 1982, Dir. David Cronenberg.
G OF FORNIA.
Specially Risk Services are giving me thirty days to acknowledge and sign their documemt, their form, regarding the Florida Workers' Compensation Fraud Law. Still not enough time. This is only my third notice.
Knife beside fingernail clippers.
Haven't watched my Netflix in nearly three months. Maybe I should cancel my membership.
Lone stamp on peanut jar; the same stamp I tend to send that form out with....
Signed phone plan, which I foolishly signed-up for. Whywhywhy. Fuckfuckfuck.
AIM Buddies list. No one on that I'd talk to. Surely the feeling's reciprocated.
Lonely lamp.
Trash. Garbage. And more trash.
I need to start distancing myself from the world again.
Come back to me, my cluttered work station. I am home!
Glasses are smudged and I can barely see, but I don't care.
Ennio Morricone in my ear.
Videodrome. 1982, Dir. David Cronenberg.
G OF FORNIA.
Specially Risk Services are giving me thirty days to acknowledge and sign their documemt, their form, regarding the Florida Workers' Compensation Fraud Law. Still not enough time. This is only my third notice.
Knife beside fingernail clippers.
Haven't watched my Netflix in nearly three months. Maybe I should cancel my membership.
Lone stamp on peanut jar; the same stamp I tend to send that form out with....
Signed phone plan, which I foolishly signed-up for. Whywhywhy. Fuckfuckfuck.
AIM Buddies list. No one on that I'd talk to. Surely the feeling's reciprocated.
Lonely lamp.
Trash. Garbage. And more trash.
I need to start distancing myself from the world again.
Come back to me, my cluttered work station. I am home!