Meaningless Drivel #548 -- In text form
Nothing to write. Nothing to contribute. My brains/my eyes hurt.
I am in a sprawling desert of spiral notebooks, college rule, photocopies, journals, books, all as white as bleached bones. All parched, all perished. Black letters crawling, scrawling like ants scavenging steer skulls. Swarming in MY skull!
I feel sick. Alone. Or in a Beckett one act universe.
Everything profound is shutting down.
I need to get out more.
I need to find a better way to avoid people.
I need to finish this entry, finish my sandwich, get up and get moving, get on with it.
I need a drink.
Dry, dry, dry! All these bones, this desert, never lets me forget how thirsty I am.
Well, I've made it this far. As far into nowhere as I'll ever want to be. But at least...
...at least I havn't lost sight of where I am heading.
Goodnight.
I am in a sprawling desert of spiral notebooks, college rule, photocopies, journals, books, all as white as bleached bones. All parched, all perished. Black letters crawling, scrawling like ants scavenging steer skulls. Swarming in MY skull!
I feel sick. Alone. Or in a Beckett one act universe.
Everything profound is shutting down.
I need to get out more.
I need to find a better way to avoid people.
I need to finish this entry, finish my sandwich, get up and get moving, get on with it.
I need a drink.
Dry, dry, dry! All these bones, this desert, never lets me forget how thirsty I am.
Well, I've made it this far. As far into nowhere as I'll ever want to be. But at least...
...at least I havn't lost sight of where I am heading.
Goodnight.